I am puppet to emotion.

Twyning lining binding body.

Movements consulting the heart,

Deluding the brain assuming control.

I am puppet to emotion.

Dreaming from the subconscious.

Awake, yet still dreaming,

My body a mere vessel for the soul.

I am puppet to emotion.

Attempting reason in midst of ignorance.

Busy ignoring growing uncertainty,

I have no real control.

They are puppet to emotion.

Themselves dancing on strings.

Reality suggests more than just dancing.

They are puppet to emotion.

Failing to glean far past the horizon.

Yearning for all they can't see.

I am puppet to emotion.

They are puppet to emotion.

We are puppets.

We are human.