puppets all, we dance to
another jag-time waltz
thinking we set the rhythm
by the fumble of feet
we ain’t no hep cats
jazzing our bluejeans
the strings tangle to bind
as we stumble that last
drunken mile home
puppets all
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puppets all, we dance to
another jag-time waltz
thinking we set the rhythm
by the fumble of feet
we ain’t no hep cats
jazzing our bluejeans
the strings tangle to bind
as we stumble that last
drunken mile home
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7 responses to “puppets all”
This sort of sums up us all, really. Question is: who calls the tune? Or, perhaps: are they even aware that they are? Or, maybe: what makes us dance along? Or, even: why are we convinced that it is our own tune in the first place?
Now see what you’ve let out of the box! 🤣
O’ Pandora! See what thou has wrought!
I suspect there are a number of puppet masters, the least of which not being our unconscious selves.
I got to thinking about something along these lines in the shower. Perhaps a half penny post is due.
🙂
I sure does feel like we’re hung up on string. Though thinking we’re free.
I’m not sure if even those nominally “in charge” have as much control as they believe themselves to have. I see counter-examples all the time.
I get that feeling about myself all the time. Afterward I ask, did I really want to do that?
I find myself questioning that too.