Gaining Trust & Breaking Things

Everything happens for a reason,
Every move changes your fate,
But do we rule our own lives?
Or are given it out by date?

Maybe we are all just puppets,
On God’s invisible strings,
Obeying his every command,
Gaining trust and breaking things.

What if that tree isn’t there?
Or the book or this computer?
Is it just a figment of my imagination?
In His world, am I only a commuter?