Foster Puppets

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