Broken Threads
BROKEN THREADS
It seems as if he is one with his puppet
But in actually reality he is nothing without it
For the life of a puppet master is one full of peace
It seems to me as if it may be one of ease
It seems that the puppet is one with his master
But in actually reality he too, is nothing without her
For the life of a puppet is one full of peace
It seems to me as if it may be one of ease
I sit here watching
Trying not to believe one thing,
For he WILL come back
And if he is to not, then I will be back on the rack
For my master is still here
He can’t have gone he is a puppeteer
He can’t have left me alone in this world
For I feel as if I have just been twirled
Can it really be?
What I am seeing is reality
For can he have really left me alone
To live in this world with no cartilage bone
Its been days now
And I feel like I’m forced to face how
My threads are growing old
And aren’t much like gold
Could it have been the mighty ocean?
Or possibly locomotion
That could’ve taken him away from me
O’ I how much I miss thee
The world is nothing without him
For I am a puppet with just one limb
Still trying to believe
That one day he will return with grieve
Until that day, I will wait
And wait
For someone to fix these threads
Or else I will be a puppet with no head.