if my pen were free
from my own ******
what would it say....
would it talk about
how we are the exact same way
the pen controlled by my hand
while I'm controlled the puppetry
my hand controlled by my thoughts and
my thoughts by the hands that made me
Or would it boast that it is still freer than I
for it sees and feels my hand on it's thigh
and I know not who's trying to ****** me
and produce me into someone I'm not
cause when I climb up the puppet strings
I get entangled in knots
my pen takes those tangled lines
and helps me straighten them out
helps me collect thoughts
to grasp what it's all about
my pen knows me
writes my every secret
and knows each line
of every finger print
I don't know all my own puppeteers
I don't their audience
but it appears
to me now that it's all quite obvious
that I am a slave to the illusion of freedom
while the pen's understanding of it's own slavery
is the very thing freed 'em