A puppet on a string.
Every movement
Every word
A mimic
A rehearsal
Every breath is controlled
It wants to see the world
It wants to be free
But all the puppet can do
Is hang off its string
It wants to make friends
It wants to be happy
But it meets the string’s ends
And life’s quite ******
It can see
But it cannot reach
It can hear
But cannot speak
If only it were free
Then it would speak
It if were free
It could reach
But the hands that hold it
Are its own
And it can’t decide
When to let go…..
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
A puppet on a string.
Every movement
Every word
A mimic
A rehearsal
Every breath is controlled
It wants to see the world
It wants to be free
But all the puppet can do
Is hang off its string
It wants to make friends
It wants to be happy
But it meets the string’s ends
And life’s quite ******
It can see
But it cannot reach
It can hear
But cannot speak
If only it were free
Then it would speak
It if were free
It could reach
But the hands that hold it
Are its own
And it can’t decide
When to let go…..
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