A friend of mine wrote "Strings" - a summary of an ordinary day in the life of ... There are days when I feel like that puppet, however fast I'm going I'm always half a step behind and unable to get caught up.
Strings
The hands of the clock clench to fists as it rings
Which urgently jerk on invisible strings
Affixed to a puppet and haul on its limbs
The puppet may fight, yet the clock always wins
