Living like a puppet
manipulated like a pet,
by an invisible puppeteer
on a cloudy day on the pier.
I need to cut off the bonding strings
And escape to anything freedom brings.
I will set my body free and act on my own.
I have to wake up and write my life's script down.
I will erase greyness and cloudy thoughts to the bone.
There's no need to act like a pathetic zombie-like clown.