Spectator

Sometimes I feel I am a mere spectator and life is passing by,
Tears are the only thing I seem to control, rest is awry,
Witnessing the events of my life, in third person is like a film projected by!

Do we really control our destiny or the strings are pulled by?
The reel keeps moving, giving a false sense of normalcy;
In the canvas of life, are we puppets— whose movements reined by?

Seems happy and sad events peppered to make life – a colourful collage;
But at times it feels like I am just moving towards a mirage.
Pandemic has indeed intensified this emotional barrage!

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