Puppet

Rebelling the conformities of surrounding ants

Burrowed in concrete and gritty touch

No home of mine will ever be yours.

Everywhere I gaze in anyplace

anywhere,

I see too many eyes escaping from life.

We sponges absorb what surrounds us

and I strive to pick and choose

but I'm dragged in without a second thought.

Often magnetised

unknowingly adjusting to the brightest of lights

and infinite corners of bland squares.

This modern path haunts and daunts my past and future

But I wouldn't be here tonight without what lies inside

because I've had enough of this puppet life.

I'll take my own guilt and regret instead

Slip off at any opportunity

and slide away under your nose.