Never A Puppet

Strings, they are discomforting, I wonder in these days, why would anyone want them attached? Some find comfort within the confines in a web of strings. I don't see where this comfort is gained but only believe there is brighter light beyond it's darkened weaves. Who am I? This question I've asked of my self so many times, it's answer is so clear. I am me, I am an individual human, I write my story.

These strings society believes to be comfortable I have sheared of my flesh, I walk freely as an individual of this great planet. I now choose how and where I want to take a step in this life.
I will not follow you, but I will walk beside you, together we will experience life and it's limitless wonder.

People who seek to command you will throw you strings to grab hold of in your pit if despair, you've only to attach them to your self. These strings however lack the strength to pull you free of this pit thus you will always remain stuck. Freedom now, this throws you a strong rope, it pulls you out of the pit and then you have the option to let go on solid ground once again.

A puppets strings can come and any color and be full of sparkly wonder. But a string is still a string, it will break and allow you to fall if you try to move. The rope of freedom is plain but it is strong, you hold this rope, it's anchor is your will.

That is how I view it, I walk my own path.