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The Puppet and the Strings
you are the puppet,
I am the strings,
and yet you control everything,
to wake up each day
with a promise I've made,
only for you
to not see it through,
does anything matter to you?
alone in my bed,
wandering thoughts,
what's it for,
to sit and rot?
I'd rather not,
but here you lay
wasting each day
like it's worthless to you anyways,
with strings I command,
yet you ignore my demands,
it's what you deserve,
a harsh reprimand,
"RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE
ITS TIME FOR YOUR PLAY
PUT ON THAT SMILE
AND TACKLE THE DAY"
yet, clearly there's something
you don't comprehend,
a promise you've made
but still you contend,
you laze away the days embrace
falling behind in life's race,
you are the puppet
and I am the strings
and yet it seems
I can do nothing
Copyright ©
Ash Miller
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