Something’s up, Puppet
And which way is up?
Both have direction
Both have demons
All have wounds
All will wound
Something’s up, Puppet
And which way is up?
The question wants answer
The Conflict, resolve
Time is on standstill
The decision on the clock
Is something up, Puppet?
Who’s way up?
Nothing is right
No one condemned
The ears will listen
And the heart will decide
It’s all up, Puppet
Wherever that is
Just fret you not
It all just is