Soul on a string

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.