He comes back to his shop,
He makes me stand up on strings just to make me hop,
From place one to place two,
I hardly have control, following the spells that my master brews,
Weird isn’t it?
By the way, My name is “Mr. Puppet”.
He holds my strings and makes me dance,
He holds my strings and makes me pounce,
Sometimes I am a tiger, sometimes a rat,
Sometimes I am a wolf, sometimes a cat,
But deep down I know that I am a puppet,
Being held by my master, who depicts his story through strings, sad and upset.
He holds the strings and makes me run human steps,
He holds the strings and takes me to places he always crept,
He holds the strings and takes me to moments when he actually wept,
I don’t know who is actually strong and godly,
for me, my master is the supreme body.
I am just a puppet, being held by strings,
Helping my master run away from his fears but he eventually runs back to the pain with those open wings,
I cannot smile or let chills run down my spine or even cry,
Because my master depicts his emotions through his hands and strings which are pretty dry.
Sometimes when the strings slit his palm,
He does not clean it and moves the strings with a mind completely calm,
He lets the blood flow through them so that the drops can reach me,
Because I am a puppet who can feel the trap of sorrow from which he can never set free.
Sometimes he dresses me as a human and makes me walk,
Sometimes he makes a superhuman who can make creatures talk,
Sometimes he makes me attack a snake in anguish,
Sometimes he makes me sit under a tree waiting for a lion to attack.
With time I have started to feel the pain of my master,
With time The pain runs through his veins faster and faster,
But helpless me, puppets don’t have emotions.
One day, he introduces a character in the play,
Her name is "Love" and he wishes to god for her to stay,
He gets fond of her little by little every day,
But little does he know that Mr.Puppet starts to feel too,
Days pass when all Mr. Puppet can do is watch "Love" pass by,
Pass by with a smile on her face which if goes down makes Mr. Puppet cry.
And then one day, "Love" passes away,
The "Love" which he wished could stay,
She vanishes into the fine air,
He sorrowly feels that it wasn’t fair.
He curses god for taking away his peace,
In anger, he collects wood and strings,
He makes two little puppets named “Mr. Puppet” and "Love" with small little wings.
And he starts depicting his love through the bodies of two puppets,
named “Mr. Puppet” and "Love".
Now I understand why was I created,
I understand why he lets the blood flow down the strings,
I understand why he named me “Mr. Puppet”,
I understand why he gave me those wings.
The pain that ripped away his heart,
The pain he tried to express through me and my strings right from the start,
He just finds peace in making me run all around,
He just finds peace living in the puppet world where his love was found,
The puppet owner is “Mr. Puppet” in the real world,
Trying to find "Love" in the puppet world.