The Puppet Poem by Josh Randall

this life is pointless and a blur
people moving and walking to there own beat
but i am stuck here trying to find my way
and seeing nothing but blurs of people i once knew
moving on with there lives and moving foreword
i'm still stuck here wondering how to move
feeling like a puppet, unable to move myself
everyone tells me what i should do
or makes the choices for me
every time i take my own step, i mearly fall to the floor
still trying to find my way to make things work
finnaly there is a pair of scissors that could set me free
why haven't they yet?
are they waiting to control me too
or for me to make the first move towards them?
little does it know that i am a puppet
i can't move on my own, where is my blue fairy?
why can't she set me free?
well there she is, playing puppeter
just like all the rest she has abused her power
is this how its going to always be?
never able to control anything in my life
just sit and watch it all happen behind glass marble eyes