I lived my life with no strings attached
With momentary pleasure that left me detached.
And then came along the perfect puppeteer
She gave me a purpose, crystal clear.
I could feel again, as I fell the fall
To love her seemed to be my call.
But I couldn’t remain her marionette forever
And we let go, our regret to leave never.
Once more I live with no strings attached,
My heart remains with her, and from me detached.
By Navin Gettu
Painting by John Yandall
