I See Through It Now

It is now that I see the ease,
Some movement of your fingers —
And the puppet dances as you please.
But two hands and legs don't make us men,
I know I was the one with the threads,
But your using them like that was insane.

It is now that I see through it,
Your venomous fingers moving,
My threads being tugged as I blindly sit.
You once said I was stunned by sunflowers,
Now all I see is a pit with no end,
The threads will always carry your colour.