Marionette

A marionette. Dancing on strings

Is it me or you or us?

Are we dancing on borrowed time?

We pull the strings ourselves in the end.

We dance a dance of time.

My wish remains to kiss.

To shower you in tenderness.

Even when I m distant and insecure.

Who we are, what we are remains to be seen.

What we want, what we dance to, is still a sight unseen.

As melancholy has displaced depression once again, I control my own path.

Pulling strings.

Pulling free.


Marionette by Mathew Jonson