The Marionette

The Marionette untangled herself from the strings,

That bound her to the puppeteer and the joy that it brings,

Made her ecstatic beyond measure,

The world was there to assure ,

She was free, she was free, she was free

She strutted about the free world

Holding herself high like a noble lord,

Or lady might it be,

Whatever it did not matter for she was free,

She was free, she was free, she was free.

She went about in the unbound land,

She went to sea and went to sand,

But wherever she went in whichever town,

She knew very well she did not belong there; she was a clown,

It did not matter for she was free.

But so long you sing offkey,

So long you justify that the ugly faces you see,

So long you know that in the free town,

You no longer are a slave but you are a clown,

A joke, a joke that is free.

The marionette ran from the laughter

The marionette knew her desire for freedom was a disaster,

For once she valued the strings that held her,

Only shame and anguish did it deliver,

She no longer wanted to be free.

The puppeteer waited for her in patience,

And she came back in penitence,

She asked how could he remain free,

How could he so happy be,

Before she told him to let her return.

The puppeteer laughed and said,

And gently the strings he laid,

Nobody is free in this play,

As the strings that binds you doesn't go away,

At the other end it binds me too.