Strings
Strings
The night is still young
But by these strings I am strung,
Life is so guam
Constraints seem so long,
The puppet master controls me
As he tries to wear me down He tolls me,
He tries to wear me down
For His voice is in the near background,
Cut these connective wires
And sell them to the highest do buyer,
Free the marionette
Now singularity off are all bets,
It now today has worth
For It really has had Its new birth.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016
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