Like a puppet on several strings
I look around at all my things
As the puppet master manipulates me
Into doing silly things for all to see.
As I spin in circles like a silly fool
Used like an ordinary average tool
A single tear runs down my cheek
Making me look like I am very meek.
Eventually I get tired of being used
So I tell him this and he becomes confused
He tells me: you should know very well,
That beyond this world lies a place called hell.
I decided that I would not stay
So I packed my bags and went away
To this land the man called hell
To see if it would be really swell.
As I left the building, an imp said to me:
where are ye headed, and who are thee?
I said: I am a puppet who’s left his home,
A puppet who thinks it would be good to roam.
I spent several years roaming this land
My optimism sinking like a log in quicksand.
Eventually I made my way home
Finally finished with the desire to roam.
When I got back, my master said: what is this?
My puppet is back with no feelings of bliss?
You seemed so happy as you left this place,
So tell me, why back here did you race?
I said to him: I came back here again
Since all hope was lost the day when
I left this home and the prizes within,
Since then I have lived a life of sin.
My master said: well I see.
Then he said: but what happened to thee?
To make such a man so small and pale
And also make a man look so frail?
I said: I was not ready for the world outside,
Usually I spent most of my time trying to hide.
Now I just say that I am glad to be back
Although my talents are at a lack.
I got put back to work that day
Placed on stage like a toy display
But I was finally happy since I finally knew
That from now on, my sad moments would be few.
