Try as hard as you may
Figure out you cannot
Why things happen
The way they do
Who’ll carry the cross
Who the laurel wreath
Sorry, Wayne Dyer,
You cannot pull
Your own strings
Pulled as they are
By God himself
Submit to this mystery
And do not complain
Everything that happens
Is what is supposed to
And what you deserve
There are no winners
There are no losers
It is God himself
Who is playing
The roles of you and I
Though we feel
It is not God
But you and I
That pull the strings.
Know Thyself 