your emotions
pull the strings of your soul
Each one of us has the
potential to be the next Jappetto..
When I want you to danse
all I have to do is think of it
and it comes to pass..
if I want you to come to me
all I have to do is ask..
do you not see
with your eyes?
taste with those lips?
and see the new sunrise?
Can you feel the heat?
when you're made out of wood?
Does it burn you to the touch
would you turn into soot?
Do you want to be made real?
Or, should I leave you alone?
Others might see the magic
behind the thrown..
To be taken to the circus
and made to perform..
Others would have you
and you would never have been born..
But, the makers wish came
out of his loneliness..
for the wanting of a child
to be born..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
March 16, 2013
copywritten 2013
"pull my strings"
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