• Puppetry


    Long have these strings held me,
    Long have they been implanted inside me.
    Always have I wondered what they were as a child

    Time passes by the mind matures, the strings thicken'.
    Growing up looking at them you realize they move as you do.
    Beginning to realize the manipulation it's a bit late, can't cut the strings.

    They are overbearingly controlling,
    can't cut loose
    Freedom of the open door prison, can't seem to reach it.
    The door closing, looking back your still in the grasp of the puppeteers.
    Looking back in life you can't figure out why are they they in so deep.
    Attempted force they just won't break, the thickness too strong.
    Deepening ponder consumed by ecstatic wonder.

    I Begun to realize the roots are those around you.
    Look around, they have been implanted too
    Curious as to why?, can't figure out who.

    Who are the puppeteers.
    Who are the puppets.
    Why can't the answers be found.

    Opening the eyes, widening they are, realize.
    You are the puppeteer, but as they are

    Puppetry continues, it can't be stopped.


    By: B.K.I

    Checked: R.C.I Jr.