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
How the World Should Work 