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Strings attached - Yeah for sure!
There is always, always the something, holding me back
Perhaps, it has something to do with my own hellish past?
As you see, I was tethered once
Hanging tightly without a chance
To really cut myself lose
Not that it was a thing I of my own did choose
Something I simply stumbled upon after a blast
Which kind of happened somewhat fast
Then suddenly finding myself, well… dead
After that, things got a lot fuzzy and even more hazy
Being honest though, it was far from being lazy
Being strung high in the sky, tightly locked for the while
Dangling there, in the vacuum of time and space
And so, I kept on hanging on, my mind in total daze
Perhaps biding my time while hoping, waiting for the day
When someone would come and the restraints slay
Even if I knew it was all a bad fantasy envisioned in dismay
But then, a miracle happened, a shout?
Something unexpected, a voice for me calling out?
Was I imagining this all? Was I really that far gone?
A moment, then few passed by
Nothing and no one came flying nigh
Giving in, having on a string was my destiny
*
My eyes, finally, cracking open
Seeing what I had been hoping?
The familiar face, in this, place?
It was then when I felt it, the something missing
The strings having been cut, felt like itching
The skin sore for sure, but this, was fantasy pure!
As I, was finally free, without anything attached to me!