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I lie in the dark waiting to be controlled I listen to the sounds of feet as though my box is being patrolled My strings lay limply waiting to be pulled Thy master thinks I have no heart, no soul. I think, he to be incredibly fooled By his choice I am released, as the light shines upon my eyes Knowing what is to happen next makes me wish I could cry My life is however controlled, by the actions of thy master One false move and all this life turns to disaster I watch him prance me around and wish that I could tell him no But I cannot speak, which what my heart desires so I dream that I can one day think and move and speak on my own But those dreams are slowly dying as they become shattered, crushed and thrown My fragile body is sensitive to just one bang against the hard wood floor This happens often, as thy masters fingers slip forevermore When this first happened I assumed he to be new towards this game But as the years went by I see no improvement to his name He has told me stories of his dream of fame Despite being unable to speak I listen, and hope he trains Though there’s a part of me that wonders what he thinks he would gain For fame is only fleeting in this world, and eventually causes pain His skills I can feel are faulty to make it worse And there’s a chance his profession has been cursed For puppet masters are uncommon in this modern world of today Yet still he seems to not care and lives his life in his own way None the less, despite my doubts I obey and do what he tells me to do I have no choice and this is true When he is through, and his practice for the day is done He places me back in my box, and this is where I have fun When the lights go down, I attempt to move myself around I train my joints to bend on their own And yet still they feel like stone I practice with thy mind as much as I possibly can For this is my dream to become a real man As my wooden muscles softens bit by bit, night by night My determination grows stronger as well as my might I plan to one day, successfully teach myself how to make my body move as one And then escape the torture from thy master once the job is done Yes it will be sad to leave him stranded As his profession as puppet master has been branded But my life means more to me than his And when that day comes I will leave and say goodbye with a kiss

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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