Make no plans
as Man demands
all plans
are already in place
Let fate's hand
deal your cards
and hope
for love and grace
It's all been written
the play we live
A higher self
knew what to do
We THINK WE decide
just how we'll sing?
Our meat puppet
so free or on cue?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Meat puppet....wowww Regardless of one's beliefs your words are beautiful Biz....right up to the meat puppet anyway -.-