Unstrung

I cut the strings so long ago
they never had a chance
to script my role within their show
or make me crudely dance

and now I’m sulking in the wings
extraneous at best
who knew you had to have those strings
to be among the blest

I know their truth is just illusion
manufacturing confusion
so no one sees the glaring lack of joy

a product of the pedagogy
that makes true volition foggy
when will I become a real boy?