A Toy In the Puppeteers Hands

One sip, one bite, one peek.

Thought I’d be alright, if I could just sneak a little for just a moment.

Can’t hurt this time, or bring old torment to my soul from days exed by,

Thought I’d be free, on my next try to change my course, and make it right,

But in next moments, comes night from day, light to darken,

As acts of hope begin to harken back to days gone by

A thousand missteps, when I tried to right past wrongs

To lift new verses, filled with songs of hope and newness,

Just to find again, I kiss that shrouded head

That sucks my soul, returns me back, now dead to hope and joy,

Becoming once again, just a toy in the puppeteers hands,

Waiting for my next try to cut his strands.

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A Toy In the Puppeteers Hands

One sip, one bite, one peek.

Thought I’d be alright, if I could just sneak

a little for just a moment.

Can’t hurt this time, or bring old torment

to my soul from days exed by,

Thought I’d be free, on my next try

to change my course, and make it right,

But in next moments, comes night

from day, light to darken,

As acts of hope begin to harken

back to days gone by

A thousand missteps, when I tried

to right past wrongs

To lift new verses, filled with songs

of hope and newness,

Just to find again, I kiss

that shrouded head

That sucks my soul, returns me back, now dead

to hope and joy,

Becoming once again, just a toy

in the puppeteers hands,

Waiting for my next try to cut his strands.

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