Strings

They cling to your body like wires
controlling your thoughts your ideas and your movements
They make others expect things from you
controlling the way you speak, listen and emote
Do they make you who you are supposed to be?
It is tough to cut them away
It is difficult to let go
Let them go and life might not be as complex
Let them go and you will have to make sacrifices
One string makes the kite fly and one string makes the dog walk straight
What do we do away with?
I wish there was no philosophy
No need to portray an image
Only needs and no wants
But then would I be human?