*We live another complication everyday,
Adding another thread to bind us.*
It's been so long...
Can't move my wings, my limbs--
How did I get stuck?
Did I do this to myself?
The puppeteer is pulling too hard!
I want to move,
But I can't
I'm twisted up,
The thread is too tight;
I can feel the dread of suffocation on the horizon.
I'm trying, I'm *fighting,
I want to be free!*
But I can't move anymore...
The thread won't let me,
The strings are being pulled too tight--
*My prison, it cuts into my skin,*
I can barely breathe enough to live on...
I want this suffering to end!
Aah! Yes...
I remember now,
I took the thread of my own free will!
It started that day...
When I heard them speak,
*I did as they asked,
And the thread wound around me.*
I didn't ask for answers and didn't speak of my questions;
I kept on going where their path lead,
And I ended up here:
*Suffocated, stranded, in naïve ignorance.*
*Even though the puppeteer wants me to move,
Even though I can feel his anxiety to help;
He can't do a thing.*
The thread has been wound too tight,
***If the thread won't snap soon,
I will.***