Title: Bound by Strings

It spins,
It turns,
And rotates never ending,
Fate playing us,
Fate choosing us,
Fate dangles us by strings,
Oh how the knife cuts the string!
The string snaps,
And it’s cut,
To release itself,
But to spin and rotate endlessly,
Drawing in all in its path,
Inhaling them,
Spinning,
I am bound by who I am,
I am bound by what I do,
I am bound by the strings,
Spinning round and round,
Endlessly throughout the day,
Throughout the night,
Let me go,
Let me see,
A knife in my hand,
Bound by the strings,
The pressure does snap,
The knife does cut,
But string binds me once more,
Fate spinning,
Rotating ever more,
Escape is possible,
But then fate would be no more,
It spins evermore,
It turns evermore,
It weaves the strings in twists,
And into an everlasting flow,
Power is within us,
The power to give us strength,
But can those strings withstand the breaking,
Or will they bind me,
They pierce at my skin,
I am free,
But inside I am not,
Spinning around is fate,
Bound to who I am,
I turn and walk the world,
But still I am trap,
Caged in my own mind,
The mind of one,
The mind of fate,
Given to me by the unknown,
Hero I am not,
Villain I am not,
Am I saying who you think I am?
I am but a puppet,
Fate is my master,
Spinning and turning over time,
I am but a ripple,
Bound by the strings,
My mind the cage,
My soul not my own,
My body a dead weight,
Bond by those strings,
Death is the key,
But is freedom worth that amount,
Fate is strange,
Fate turns like a wheel,
Never stopping,
Always plotting,
Strange as it may be,
Salvation might be with the next turning,
Or a prison waiting for its capture,
Knife in my hands,
Weight of my body,
Bond to the strings,
I am who fate says I am,
I cannot escape it,
Or deny it,
Bound to it I am,