Poetry Friday -- The best in this kind

The best in this kind are but shadows. Here,then, I direct who am in life directed,resolve what, truth be told, I'm nowhere nearresolving. Though in fact you're unaffectedby my affection, here I pull the strings,and when I tell you "Dance", then boy, you dance.I wrote the script, I'm waiting in the wingsto take my bow. You haven't got a chance.But I can't see you clearly anymore.It isn't you