I am to be a puppet,
to bring joy and fame and fun,
to dance to the words they say
to the world, I am a pun.
no thoughts of mine are real,
no words I speak are true.
I must walk where they lead,
for I am a dupe.
Dare I cut the strings, I am cut.
Dare I speak, I am hushed shut.
I see the world so vivid,
yet not move as I please,
nor lift my hands, my legs, my feet.
So I live—a puppet,
a puppet that seems content,
with no dreams of own,
no life of own,
keeping each passion pent.
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