Puppets we are
We wish to be free
From these strings
Be that they are called
Taxes, mortgage, work
Marriage, children, religion
To be free is one deepest wish
Like Pinocchio the puppet without strings
To go on adventures
Without any restraint
But the world is built upon them
Freedom does not exist by itself
It has to be earned, it has to be fought
The goal is always moving, often illusory
The price is always steep
For courage, sincerity, dreams
Are not the key to it
So who can speak about
The sweet taste of freedom?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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