Life On Strings Poem by Geno Flash

Life on Strings

As a puppet on strings,
I've seen that life ain't what it seems.

And what I see through these crystal eyes.
A man full of attempts and tries.

And every night he weeps and cries,
as im forced to dance to his lullabies.

Peering into his soul, I see dreams of faith.
As he wispers every night....

One door opens, a window reveals.
One window opens, I soar to the skies.
One cloud rolls by, I fall like water.
One blade of grass, I am lost forever.

Over and over and over again.
And I must wonder...

Is it really so bad to live life on these strings,
never knowing the life of my masters dreams?

Can it be all that bad to be attached to these strings,
avoiding the cruelty of life that my master sings?

I think I'll stay here, not alive at all.
Cause what doesn't go up... it surely can't fall.

By: Tyler Creed Mabry