What is Freedom?

Marionette, a puppet on strings
Dancing uselessly up and down.
Bobbing neck and sagging limbs
Marionette, a puppet on strings.

Binded to life by strings of light
My glassy eyes seeing only children and furniture polish
No future
No freedom.

My old, worn strings will never be cut
But if they are, I’ll fall to the ground.
Marionette, a dead useless lump-
Marionette, a puppet on strings.

Now my strings have been cut and I fall down, down.
Strangely enough, it doesn’t hurt.
I’ve fallen into a pit
And it’s deep, and dark, and I can’t get out-
Marionette, a puppet on strings.

Cut now, with no strings to help me back up
I’m free, but am I really that free?
If I was- why can’t I climb out?
Marionette, a puppet on strings.

Those strings were my life-
I can’t live without them.
Marionette, a puppet on strings
Bring me back to life if you can.

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