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Collective Innocence Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s04.erols.com Sat, March 29, 1997 at 3:59AM |
All of us have it in our minds to be free
To do and say whatever our hearts desire
And this we may do as long as we can see
But when we attempt to control another's fire
We become little more than a puppet ourselves
Whose strings are pulled so very, very tight
As we jangle aimlessly from an empty shelf
From early morn till wee small hours of night
And we wait for another to pull up our supports
For without a puppeteer we have no real thoughts
All is controlled from without our own true sense
For inside, all there is - is splinters without end
- Tristram