It makes no sense, at least to me

Strings are pulled haphazardly

Never knowing why, or when

A tale to tell, but there’s no pen

Rhyme and reason, both absent

And yet the cruelty won’t relent

Overstaying welcomes

Like letters that are never sent

A dictator, yes it’s true

It controls me, and controls you

Pulling this and pushing that

All the while, we’ve no clue

Forcing the reality

That truly, we’ve never been free

A false facade to mask the thing

That those who hope call destiny

In the end, the die’s been set

Life decides our silhouette

What we have, what we’ll get

For we are just it’s marionette

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