Giphetto Kept a Secret
The harder the wind blows in my face
The more determined I am I’ll leave this place
The faster my feet desire to flee
The harder my eyes have yearning to see
What is it that keeps on surfacing
How does one measure their own suffering
Can this really define what life truly is
There must be something more I’ve missed
They’re all melting together, each of my days
Scurrying along like mice in a maze
Baited by a variety of things
Still merely puppets dancing on strings
No one seems to comprehend
They’re no more than one tiny grain of sand
How hard it may be to gain control
To cut the ties that bind the soul
It just spins on faster and faster
Will I ever become the puppet master
Or lost in the masses am I to remain
Dancing for peanuts while someone else gains
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