My soul is trapped in a puppet’s body; and society manipulates my every move. Filled with wishes that remain as dreams, I am lost to myself in search of expression. In my desolate retreat in the treasure box, I continue to dream in a dark world.
But the strings that cling to me are thin and fine. One day, I will sever them one by one. I will be liberated from your rule. I will walk my own path. I will make my dreams come true. I will make things happen.
I will not be society’s puppet anymore; I will be a living being.