Puppets of Life

We are bound,
our limbs tied
We dance, to the show of life
Helpless at hands strong
That restrain us
We are the puppets of life.

With strings of fate
designing our moves
Weaving in us, desires and dread
Powerless at hands strong
That control us
We are the puppets of life

Landscapes of problems
Drift and change, as we
Are succumbed to grief and joy,
Incapacitated at hands strong
that reign us

We are the puppets of life.
____ F.O.M (fandom obsessed maniac)
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