|
| |
Puppets on Strings
Millions of tiny lights,
Sparking intentions.
Exposing dimensions,
Inside my mind.
Leading me to find,
It's complex design.
Millions of pathways,
Patterns and programming,
Stay Running alone.
Hidden beneath Linear Time,
A guideline that wasn't mine.
Like a puppet on strings,
I keep going for things.
Reaching out for something,
I know i Don't need.
Grabbing for a piece,
Holding onto nothing.
Running,
Toward distractions,
My Unconscious reaction.
Why does this happen,
It's Time to take action.
Where does it all begin?
Lights by the millions,
Start digging in,
Traveling,
Unraveling the Chord.
Interrupting the Discord,
Cutting the Strings,
A puppet no more,
I restore the connection,
Section by section.
Copyright ©
keith mchugh
|
|