The colors reign down
As my jellied arm enfolds me
Ribbons pulling me around
My rocky chest confounds me
My sinewy legs so wobbly
Fall in all directions
I see a doorway on the hill
My pace picks up, an introspection
Makes me pause, mesmerized and still
I start again, as the crowd begins to sing
Realization hits me, I'm just a puppet on a string
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