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.
Marionette by Mathew Jonson