Often confusing

Puppets.

What is life but death animated.
Puppets pulled by strings unshaken.
Too many to watch, they tangle and shift.
Drawn together in this endless abyss.
Those strings lead up to who knows where.
Pulled by who, why should I care?
We tug as we wish, but still unfair.
We are pulled along life's thoroughfare.

Maybe it's the wind,
Maybe no one's there.
Maybe it's an angel with golden hair.
Where do we fall,
When the strings are gone.
Where will we finally meet?

What is life but a useless affair.
Worry caused by god knows what.
They pull us along, and we stare.
Until the strings get tangled, again and again.