the often too cruel puppet master

Smoking a cigarette through the window of our hotel room
How I had hoped that time would remain frozen
From the fifth floor, we seemed like the manipulator
Pulling the strings of the marionette
As different characters change the static streets
But eventually, we too became those very characters
On those very same streets
Yielding unwillingly to the whims of the puppet master of time
He has never been our friend