The Wind, the Child, and the Puppeteer


i'm a leaf being blown across the highway.

A rag doll being thrown to the side.

i'm controlled by my surroundings.


i',m dependent of what others have in mind,

because im the puppet, and they're the puppeteers.

I wish to cut the strings that controll me.

i wish to stop the wind that blows me every which way,

And prove to the child that doesn't see my worth that i am important.


i want to stand on my own two feet,

Live the life i choose,

And be the person i wish to be.

But the wind blows harder, no matter how hard i fight.

And the child ignores my pain,

even though i'm screaming

And my puppeteer reties the cut strings.


Once again i am nothing.

Nothing but object that has no meaning.


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