Marionette

Puppet on a string

What is it like to be you?

No freedom to choose,

Predetermined moves.

Is it hard to desire

Yet never feel the warmth of fire,

Or is it peace

To know you can’t burn mistakenly?

You cannot choose wrong

For you cannot choose at all.

Do you loathe your restraints,

Or love the release of responsibility?

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