Puppetry

When everything you say is scripted, 
you can't choose your words, 
for your brain does not even function on your will. 
You're like a puppet that moves 
by the flick of your master's fingers 
and speaks by the will of his mind, 
in a show where you are only 
paid as an extra. 

Do you think a stone cares much about what 
puppets say, when they don't even speak 
according to their thoughts because they 
themselves have no idea about what they 
say or whom or what they speak about? 

January 6, 2024, PST, BC
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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