Foster puppets
Where’d you find your strings?
The ones that makes you
(Like us)
Human beings?
Foster puppets
Devoid of freedom
Life
Bound by the very thing that defines you (marionette)
(How you long to break free)
Foster puppets
Should that freedom present
Take not the temptation
Fool to no one, you’re cautious
Individual, despite strings attached
(Slave)
(You’re heaven sent)
I have the scissors
I have the will
But should I cut you free
Shall we still be friends
(Still?)
Would you leave me?
(Am I your captor?)
(Am I the one?)
Foster puppets
Your shadows on the wall
Strings decide your fait
Dictate your day to day
(If I cut those strings)
(Would you stand tall?)
Hey?
It’s a story not unlike any other
Your shadow moved
I fostered your thoughts
No longer those of your master
But as an individual
As you were taught
Each breath I give you
Your heart grows stronger
Inside the wooden prison
You feel trapped
No longer
Excitement and joy
Soon replaced by cold reality
Truth
You’ll never truly be free
(You’re just)
A toy
(Me)
Sans your strings
You’re rendered
A “Mere creation”
Not living
Not dead
(chucked out)
(No hesitation)
I see you move your little wooden head
So consumed with freeing you
We failed to see
The importance of your veiny wires
(Your bloodline, lifeline)
Breathing life into your wooden world
Important
Necessary for you to live
Wooden
Inanimate
(Given life by your narrator)
(But in the same breath taking it away)
Wood is alive
Realisation on which you
Hang on by a thread
(Survive)
Thrive
Foster puppet hanging now on the wall
In conflict with the shadows
Who take your place at night
Erased in the morn
By sunlight
Thank you for the company
In the darkness, no light
Even with my demon shadows
You did
(Fight)
Wooden friend,
Foster puppet
I’ll board you as long as you need
You were there for me
Now I’m here
(Indeed)
You’re free
So long as you remember
You’re on their strings
Of which they own
You’re free puppet
But only if you give back the string
Your lifeline
Your only way of being in this world
Free?
Paradox
Conundrum
Confusion
Take the risk,
Cut the strings
Leap of faith
I encourage
You’ll be okay
You’ll be free!
How do I know?
How?
Because
You
Used
To
Be
Me