With life pulling at my strings,

Pulling me every which way.

These strings, my strings, are tangled up,

The strings that should be straight and free to fly.

The ones that should be tangled, up with someone else’s,

Are straight but not free.

They are reaching out like they should be,

But no longer in the right direction.

My strings are fighting the natural winds of life,

To the wrong person they want to be tangled up in.

Life should be pulling my strings but in the right direction?

Pulling me every which way but in the right way?

These strings of mine are tangled up but tangled wrong?

My strings need to be free and straight from other strings,

Now or when they become free I don’t know.

But they need to be freed soon,

Before it’s too much and break.