Player

In the grand theater of life, we sway, Players upon this enigmatic stage we stay, Yet puppets, in this game we’re taught to play, Unaware of the orchestrator’s hidden display.

Each move, a scripted dance we twirl, Strings unseen, in a mystic swirl, In the game where roles and fates unfurl, We’re all players in this cosmic pearl.

No knowing the mastermind’s grand design, Yet we act our parts, each subtle line, Puppets on strings, our paths entwine, In this theater of life, an endless vine.

So dance we must, in this play’s refrain, Puppets in a game, with hearts to feign, In the end, to the unknown we’ll remain, Players all, yet none the truest gain.