Slender strings strung tight, You shamble forward, One forced step at a time Free will, freedom, dreams, All a hopeless ideal, The strings control Your every move If you smile, It's the choice of another If you cry, It's the decision of another Nothing you can do, But follow the lonely path set ahead Tethered to the one above, Your life is forever held In their calculating hands
© 1 October 2019, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 