His obedient Marionette

Ever fleeting moments of disarray,
They come and they go.
When will the next show begin?
The answer I do not know.

Cursed to forever dance to his music,
The melody for his obedient marionette.
I move to the beats and drums,
Until the music stops and the sun sets.

I move to my masters will,
I comply to his every whim.
I can’t detach the strings,
I’m forever bound to him.

I still try to cut the cords that bind me,
Those made from tears and hate.
Remove these awful knots of anger,
Release me from this awful fate.