Vee Bdosa Poet Lyric

Puppet Strings

PUPPET STRINGS 
In a constant lack of motion 
through the window of your mind, 
all you seek is your seclusion 
and a friend you never find; 
you have looked in through the window 
to someone you never see, 
never reaching for a reason,
never thinking I'm just me. 
     
 As if you want to be alone. 
       Or just another skipping stone, 
        with someone who's better known. 

In the hopeless life you're living, 
all your friends will leave you cold, 
it's a Ferris wheel you're riding, 
and the song is getting old; 
all the things you've held most dearly 
come to nothing in the end, 
and your search is overlooking 
someone more than just your friend. 
  
Someone who'll be there when you cry. 
    Who'll never think of asking why; 
       I will help you learn to fly. 

Living songs about confusion 
like a puppet on a string, 
one is pulled and your responding 
is whatever pull should bring; 
you will go in this direction 
everyone says you should go, 
while the person you are hiding 
is someone you'll never know. 
    
Out through the window, I'm your friend. 
     From your beginning, to your end, 
       I will give, but never lend.

© ron wilson aka VeeBdosa the doylestown poet

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CayCay Godwin February 4, 2017 at 5:40 PM This poem is excellent to me, it touched me and in some ways is much like one I just posted. The emotion, the longing - all spelled out so poetically and so beautifully that each line is still echoing as longing inside me. LOVE it ... CayCay