Strings

strings they tug,
strings they release.
Whenever you refuse,
they want in on your action,
they want a piece.

strings they come,
strings they go.
When you claim your independence,
they then begin to collect,
they go against your flow.

strings they give,
strings they take.
When you need a helping hand,
they satisfy your need,
they pretend to do it nobly,
for your sake.

But strings they push,
and they pull,
Just when you had began,
to trust them in full.
They take away
twice what they gave,
Just when you think,
You might be safe.

Strings they come,
with most things in life.
People often attach them,
to the simplest favors and actions,
never thinking about it twice,
copying one-another,
just like sheep.

We’re living in this new world,
where all things now, have a price.
Even friendships are all for sale,
with puppet-strings in place
down at our sleeves,
pushing and pulling erratically,
to entertain the puppet-masters’
otherwise empty lives, with our strings,
sadly confirming each and every one
of their derogatory and outdated beliefs.