The master controls the boy with his finger tips alone
He makes you sad,he makes you smile
That puppeteer creates your story and ideas
All you can do is nothing and bend to his every whim
He gave you a purpose with your motionless body
Though you obey you dream of freedom
Time passes by as the puppet master ages,yet you remain unaltered
Through his lifetime your master will hand you down the line
So forget your absurd fantasy
For now and ever you are a doll
Xara Mya · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 10:40pm · 4 Comments |