Soul on a string
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My soul is on a string You have reserved my soul, Ever since our eyes met Placed it in a box, Upon your desires and control. I’m a domino of your free will, Well-built but easy to collapse You hold the fur ball, While I hold my own fantasy to catch it. My soul is on a string, You push and pull as you see fit Stuck in a pattern, while hope laughs at my ignorance.