Strings

Strings

As a young man, I had a lot of people that liked me.

All of these people cast strings on me,

Which made me feel like a safe and happy marionette.

But one after another, they cut the strings and made me fall.

 

Once I was lying on the floor, alone and sad,

Other people came by, picked me up

And gave me new strings which I could hold onto.

That was when I finally realised what I was.

 

I was just some person who had to live off

Of the strings that others gave me to hold onto.

But from now on I have to go my own way.

I will no longer look for strings that people drop around me.

 

There are still a few people who give me strings

That I gladly accept because I know that they might need me.

It’s things like these that make me see the light

At the end of the tunnel of eternal darkness.

Reviews

[Awz]

This is great. I can definitely relate.