Unknowing Puppet

I stare at the strings attached to my hands
watching as they do their dance
wondering who is controlling them
and if I'll get them back

Now I look behind me
and I see some strings there too
making me jump and wander
where there is work to do

I begin to fear and wonder
if there are strings attached as well
to my very thoughts that write this
but that's assuming I could tell...

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