There hoisted a man,
A puppet of destiny,
Swung in tides of fate,
His memories dangled with threads,
He gazed at the world,
Seeking for his one and only,
Like the waves of the sea,
Which collide when they hit the shore,
He still gazed on hopeful,
That one day he will find what he desires,
The puppet knew not of the strings,
That held him up to perceive,
Because the hands that embraced him so,
Steering and adoring to the core,
But he kept searching beyond,
Not looking up once to realize,
What he wanted held him strong.
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