Puppets eye renovation
Strings always attached
Cut the old strings loose
Lost, they strive to find new ways
To restore the past
In life theater
Running around in circles
We - the real puppets
If life is a theater, we are the puppets with invisible strings aren't we? Stringed not just to the one who plays us, but also to those with whom we love to play, to those with whom we bond, to those with whom we share our lives... and finally also, we are entangled by our own strings imprisoning ourselves at our own accord.
We get so used to getting our strings pulled and complaining about it, if one fine day someone comes along and cuts all our old strings, is it freedom? No.. the unknown territory scares us. We yearn to restore things the way they were. Familiarity is what we seek. We prefer to run around in circles, rather than choosing the path that leads us out of it.
This Haiku is written for The Heights of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is 'RENOVATION'.