The stage show I have brought to life
Is ready for release
I’m cutting through the puppet strings
My control is about to cease
Have I chosen my cast wisely?
Who will steal the show?
Will they stay with the script I wrote for them?
Or will their own words start to flow?
My body can move freely now
Without the weight of all those strings
What will I create? How will I move?
Are these arms or are they wings?