This one is called simple puppetry, i wrote it the other day because as i walked down the streets i realized just how mechanical our lives are today...
Each day we wake up,
And do the same damn things,
We walk the thin lines of our life,
Never knowing what the next day holds.
We dance to our own tunes,
Walk to our own beats,
Lost in it's simple intricacies,
And we weave the dance of life.
What then, happens when your beat stops,
And you're left standing still,
In a wave of motion that seems endless,
How do you find your time again?
And when you stop to think about it
You look and see only shells,
And you wonder,
Are you really alone?
You stop and walk alone,
Your feet as heavy as lead weights,
And then a hand on your shoulder stops you,
As others begin to walk with you.
For now you see,
The beat in life is simple puppetry,
And we are lost in it's call,
Until we truly become ourself.
And upon wings of truth we will fly,
Free as the light surrounds us,
So tell me friend,
How long will you dance?
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