As I lay in my trunk that is tucked in the corner of the room
My lifeless body waiting for the moment that I get to perform again
For now, I lay “sleeping” with visions of the future in my head
Today is the day
I am woken by the sound of the trunk lid opening
Finally, my time to shine
My puppeteer leans over and picks me up into their hands
Their eyes look over my body
I can feel a wardrobe change is in order
Out with the old,
On with the new,
A fresh look to impress the audience today
Oh, how I cannot wait to perform for them
My puppeteer takes me into the other room to help me,
I can never seem to remember my lines
So, they help me rehearse
Looking sharp with my new clothes
I feel like a million dollars,
Even though inside I know I am not worth that much
As my puppeteer moves my strings I dance through the air,
Reciting my lines to prepare for the big show
I can see my reflection in a mirror
How amazing I look
Practice goes extremely well, and I feel as though I have made my puppeteer happy
The first show of the day is here,
My time to shine
All the rehearsing, wardrobe changes, time spent has come to this
I finally get to show the world who I am
The stage is set,
My puppeteer grabs my strings and prepares to guide me through the show
Our first stage is home,
Waking up and getting ready for the day ahead
Not forgetting to brush my teeth,
Small circles,
Repeat,
Put in that work for the shining smile
Change out of the comfortable clothes
Put on the standard work outfit,
Polo, jeans, shoes
Grab my coffee
Head out the door into my car,
Time to drive to work
Arriving at work,
I feel off,
Like something isn’t right today
My puppeteer keeps the story moving,
Headed to my desk to start the day
Begin pounding on the keyboard,
500 emails to go through,
Going to be a long day
But,
It still feels different
Everything goes as expected through my day
Time to head home
Our final scene,
I have a wardrobe change into some comfortable clothes
So, I can kick back,
Relaxation is key
Still cannot shake the feeling I had earlier,
It is eating at my stomach and head
My puppeteer has something up their sleeve
As I sit to try and understand what I am feeling,
I notice there is someone else holding my strings,
What happened to my puppeteer?
This is not the right person,
Who has been driving my decisions?
This explains my uneasy feeling,
I never knew that I would be influenced in such a way,
My strings have taken me outside,
Being shown where to go,
Even though I am not willing,
I cannot resist…
I feel stuck,
As I glance into the setting sun,
I realized that today was my last day,
My show had come to end
It was a great run,
But my new puppeteer has no need for me,
They have a new automated robot
I have been replaced,
Into the trunk for me, I will never see the light of day for a long time…