Puppeteer moves us, roundabout <br />Go with the flow, avoid the undertow <br />Puppets we are and always will be <br />Until the current sucks us down <br />Driftwood sets no specific course <br /> <br />Lies..lies.. my nose grows <br />Waves crashing <br />Lightning striking <br />I start smiling <br />If water fell up <br />I would be floating <br /> <br />Master says dance, try to keep the beat <br />Move with the music, a familiar tune <br />Dancers we are and always will be <br />Until the day the floor falls out <br />Worn shoes step without surprise <br /> <br />Lies.. lies.. my nose grows <br />Birds chirping <br />Children laughing <br />I stop smiling <br />If floors were ceilings <br />I would be falling<br /><br />Adam Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strings-attached/
