Entertaining the creator.

I wonder. Why I do this and that. Anything. Why I even get up in the morning. When it would be just as easy to stay in bed. All day.  Suddenly, I merely decide.  To go shopping. For something I don’t need.  Could be that I’m not the decider. Instead, I’m a puppet. Attached to strings. Manipulated and maneuvered by a grand puppeteer.  And here I am. On stage. Entertaining the creator. –Jim Broede