Arms frailing around with each pull
Bobblin my head with a twitch of the wrist
Floating above the walnut table
I can only control the words and images in my head
While the environment changes
Underneath me
Around me
But never though me
Control what you think
I will never break to your will
When these strings are cut
I will fall to my knees
You will be lost in confusion
I will gain the movement of my legs
To walk the path set before me
Free, calming and defined
You will fall away
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