Freely Free?

FREELY FREE

Are you free?
Am I free?
Are we free?

The feeding fetus
Detaches itself after birth
A true point of maturity
Saying goodbye to the placenta

Was it a point of independence?
Or was it a point of freedom?
Oh I've always ponder in wonder
For we are detached
But yet firmly attached
We are the puppets
At the agile hands
Of a puppeteer
Making us dance
Even when our aching joints
Need oiling and massaging

But why does the tick
Still suck sweet
When it has long bloomed?
Why should the guest
Turns a pest
After being given a bosom rest

And you!
Why always make haste
To taste his waste paste

Oh tell me
Are we freely free indeed?!
Where lies our future?
Where lies our destiny?