Shadow of a Puppet

I am the shadow of a puppet

And love to dance around

I see myself playing trumpet

Yet, cannot hear the sound

Your chaos, dawns creation

The stirring of the pot

Ordainments, cause abrasion

Occurrences of plot

I can never die

Because I am ever moving

In the sky I fly

New grounds to be proving

High above the clouds

I soar with great delight

Unmasking all that shrouds

So you can sleep at night

I am the shadow of a puppet

I see nothing, for what it really is

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