The tight strings of nerves is stretched,

The heavy curtain of uncertainty is drawn,

The blinding light of reality is catched,

And the never ending puppet show of life will dawn..

Forced to move in sickening rhythm,

Bobbing together in a sarcastic dance,

Mocking the makes existence, see them,

They challenge the hinges of normality and chance.

The puppets, they mindlessly mimic fantasies,

Indulging, tainting the dreams we've built upon,

Endlessly, they sail the wishes of open seas,

The wooden dolls float across the dreamer's pond.

Gradually, the wooden dolls slow down,

Displaying a pathetic and sad defeat,

The puppets, they know a fake symbolism,

They follow the string's restrictive lead.