Who controls the reins
horse or rider?
The puppet of a thousand strings
or the mind inside her?
Who impels the mind?
The smile
on the face at the front
or ghostly fingers behind?
Who pays the piper
calls the tune.
But he who dines alone
picks up the bill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem - control. I like it. thanks.