The Puppet

The puppet master pulls on his strings,
To make his doll do cute things.
From walking to dancing,
To frolicking and prancing.
Control, this little marionette must give
To its master if it wants to live.

This little puppet is unaware of free will,
Or doing things for just the thrill.
It only knows how to live a life void of amusement,
And to be used for other peoples' entertainment.
Oh how this creature curses its fate!
To live its life knowing it can't do anything great.

For this doll, all emotion must be absent.
It must be ready to perform in an instant.
The master is always flamboyant,
And anxious to keep the smiles of children permanent.
But no one knows that the doll could hold a person's soul...
You never know, it could be yours.