All our life plays dolls with us,
But every time we are the dolls.
The less we want – the more it plays.
But if we were the puppeteers,
Would our dolls be happy more?
Like, when you see the semi-opened door,
You want to open it, or close, but you
Are the doll and you can only see it through
The windows of your dollhouse and,
Of course, wait til your eye & hand
Are torn, and, maybe, then you’ll find
Yourself under the bed: dry, mad and blind.
Puppeteer
© Copyright: Кирилл Кузнецофф, 2014
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