We are all just puppets on a string, or maybe like cats. Someone dangles a feathery-shiny thing in front of us, so we chase after it to embrace it because that feathery-shiny thing is everything, our whole life and then the dangler just rips it away from us, so we keep chasing it, determined... Why do we do this? When it's a never ending battle, reaccuring, hopes and dreams within arms reach to get ripped away all over again. And everytime the world around us crumbles until that next moment we catch that feathery-shiny thing that dangles, waiting to run...
