The Marionette

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32805
United States

 

Here I lay,
Used to play,
Nothing but a few strings
To make me sing.
To make me play this tune,
To make me dance this June,

Like a puppet there hang strings
More a marionette under their control
Now to see what actions it brings
Treat me bad as they’re in control

There I lay yet again waiting for play,
the hands which sway.
The hands of day and dawn,
Leave and there a new form spawn.

I guide myself
Like no one else
I guide myself
Across the shelf

No longer a toy,
Just a boy.
Still controlled,
But with my own life to hold.

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