The Puppeteer

Relaxing in this Spanish bar
I peruse the daily scene
Tourists in their
Sunday Best
White
Bright
Keen
Husbands bored
Easily led
Dream of taking the locals to bed
Kids are playing happily
Midday sun beats down
Wife sits
Fat and Frumpy
Face set in frozen frown

As I watch this scene unfolding
I hold a mirror to my life
The reflection staring back at me
Cuts me like a knife

Am I really that much different from the hated tourist clone
As I sit here high and mighty
Like a queen upon her throne

Time to rethink
Time to restock
Time to reflect
Put my head on the block

This realisation rips me to my very core
I believed that I was different
A warrior
That needed to explore
But here I am sitting in amongst you all
My house of cards is phoney
And just about to fall

Who is there to catch me as I crash into the ground?
Who will pick up all the pieces as they whirl around?

I am broken

Has anyone seen The Puppeteer?