Dancing Dolls
We are all dancing dolls in the hands of the puppet creator
We are all dancing dolls in the hands of the puppet creator He twists the strings and we lift our hands We are all dancing dolls in the hands of the puppet creator He pulls the strings and we sit, stand even jump up and land We are all dancing dolls in the hands of the puppet creator He lets go of the strings and we fall dead and end up in peace Perhaps freedom at last Perhaps we don’t even want that Perhaps we were all programmed to depend on the operating system We wouldn’t be of much use if we ran on iOS Perhaps we were all created to accomplish one purpose How to learn to live together and build up the universe And by failing and falling and twisting and lifting our hands We are just slowing the process of understanding why we are here in the first place We are all dancing dolls in the hands of the puppet creator We live and breathe and dance and sing Because we were given the breathe of life and the stage for a limited time Let’s make the best use of it Peace ✌🏽