Living a life more to do,
To make impressions...
Often will come to those,
Realizing to learn too late...
Puppets only seem to live,
Lives with strings attached.
And operated,
By the ones kept interested...
To use the same puppets,
Accustomed to do the same stuff.
Until a cutting is done to wake the puppets up,
With it to dawn that an approval sought...
To continue on,
Is a choice to choose if it is wished.
Although using one's own thought process,
Can be much more rewarding to experience...
Than awaiting for an interest expressed,
By those manipulating...
Each step of one's direction.
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