The Man Behind the Wheel.

I am the clouds that contain the rain;
I am the conductor who drives the train.
I am the player who wants to win;
I am the hand behind the pen.

You are everything, that I am.
We control the sky;
the train,
the game,
and the pen.

We make our own choices,
and only they matter in the end.


*Wrote this poem on May 5th, 2008. Made a few minor changes; if you didn't notice-The second stanza from "We control..." correlates with something in the first stanza. [I.E. - "...the player who wants to win." && "...the game."] I'm basically saying that we determine our lives: we break our own hearts, we create our own happiness. <---- those were going to be added lines into this poem, but I could not find where to put them. And I hope you get the title, or I will cry tonight. Lol.


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