A Puppet on a beach,
Staring at the stars
Feeling blissful
Having cut
A few of the million strings.
But for all his Happiness
He knows he will Always be,
A Puppet claiming to be free.
Very bright insight. We are puppets on a miilion strings. Just let us cut a few more and enjoy the stars on the beach.
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he made a dirge on these people(we) put for all his Happiness He knows he will Always be, A Puppet claiming to be free. read more