The marionette has a mind of his own,
But he's laid to bed each night thinking tonight will be the last time,
And his anger, by morning, has grown so, he can only choke:
The puppetmaster cannot help but do what he is told,
And no one out there should change the way they are moved,
I am thinking of myself, first,
If I hurt, it's because I made it hurt.
If I am honest, this pain must end with me.
Besides,
What if he did pull down the scenery,
Mock the words put in his mouth,
Avoid the trap-door at the conclusion of his soliloquy?
At the moment when he had stolen everyone's attention
What would he say?
