Hair

I used to think there was just one puppeteer
Pulling on all the strings
But now it seems like we're all tugging on something
And one big old tangled mess

I feel some hair that's hanging off of me
It's not mine or do I want it to be
I will pull for you if that's what you want me to do
But I like to walk fast and I demand you allow me to

I went from one reason to none
To as many as I could argue
And back to zero
Because I could fight but I don't want to
I'd rather recite my fate
What I often offer often gets trapped in how I speak
But what I love or what I despise, but usually by each
I'm hung up on being untethered in a way that agrees with me
With the door open
With the door open

I feel some hair that's hanging off of me
It's not mine or do I want it to be
I will pull for you if that's what you want me to do
But I like to walk fast and I demand you allow me to