The life of a puppetA Poem by SivetiI am but a puppet on a string Being pulled this way and that Rising to the sound of my master's voice Collapsing at the strain of knowledge Few books guide me down this road The mechanical tonks of my walk The illusion of someone else's words Taking me to someone else's house The puppeteer pawns his craft As the audience sits in awe Observing this play of movement Constrained inside this box I am but a puppet on a string Being pulled this way and that The awkward silence outside the theatre Allows these dreams to come to life freer
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