Very often, we lose our true selves in our quest to lead a protected, safe life. Shouldn`t we be true to ourselves?
THE PUPPET ON A STRING
"You are pulling on my strings"
Said the puppet to the puppeteer
In the middle of an act
Said the puppeteer to the puppet
"Can it wait until we are done?"
"I have my rights," said the puppet
"And you are pulling my strings
To which act, I strongly object."
"Well, if that`s how you think about it
I shall remedy this situation"
So saying the puppeteer
Turned the story adroitly
Killed the character that was the puppet
And dropped him then and there.
With that the act ended, for all.
The audience, some were a little puzzled
To see the end so quick
But shuffled to the exit doors
While the puppet lay all still
Not knowing what would happen.
The lights went off
The puppeteer had packed his bags
It was then the puppet knew
He was never going to make it
Outside that hall.
Wait for me, the puppet started to say
But paused to think
A life on your own is better
Than being `puppetted` all along
So lay there still and silent and alone
It happens to us all the while
We love the false security of being tied
In reality it is the strings that bind,
We let it be for fear that we may lie
Inert and motionless with no hope at all
When we cut the strings that bind
We begin to see ourselves very closely
We see regions that we never knew
Existed, until we had this fall
Albeit, we chose it all.
In all of us, there is a purpose
For our birth and our chosen identity;
It is when we begin to lose that sight
We begin to stray, and find ourselves
Being tied and lifted and tossed without our say;
So cut the ties that bind, so what if you fall?
For if you reach the bottom,
All ways lead to the top
But remember never ever
Manipulate or get manipulated at all