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We live another complication everyday,
Adding another thread to bind us.

[i]It's been so long...
Can't move my wings, my limbs--
How did I get stuck?[/i]
Did I do this to myself?
The *puppeteer is pulling too hard!
I want to move,
But I can't
I'm twisted up,
The thread is too tight;
I can feel the dread of suffocation on the horizon.
I'm trying, I'm fighting,
I want to be free!
But I can't move anymore...

The thread won't let me,
The strings are being pulled too tight--
My prison, it cuts into my skin,
I can barely breathe enough to live on...
I want this suffering to end!

Aah! Yes...
I remember now,
I took the thread of my own free will!

It started that day...
When I heard them speak,
[i]I did as they asked,
And the thread wound around me.[/i]
I didn't ask for answers and didn't speak of my questions;
I kept on going where their path lead,
And I ended up here:
Suffocated, stranded, in naïve ignorance.

[i]Even though the puppeteer wants me to move,
Even though I can feel his anxiety to help;
He can't do a thing.[/i]
The thread has been wound too tight,
*If the thread won't snap soon,
I will.

~Shruti Atri