Breaking free
from monotony,
of being controlled,
no longer patrolled.

Razored strings,
life now in full swing,
on my own
to cast my stone.

To the winds,
I shall mend,
or to the lake,
I leave a wake.

I will be fine,
decisions are mine,
no one controls,
now I'm whole.

Puppeteer fades,
in review shades,
I'm in high gear,
and have no fear.