Man Behind the Curtain

My concern, generating confusion For you, I must re-write our genetics But fate is never kind to illusion Although our efforts did grow frenetic Quixotic, tilt the family windmill Not all questions yield to simple reason A snapped mainmast, voyage at a standstill Yet defeat, could I admit this treason? Your life trajectory, its own mission Once certain it must rely on our plans A white flag is the only conclusion Your destiny always out of our hands Now there is one thing I know for certain I am not the man behind the curtain 4/12/16