Little Miss Puppet

Dismantling and Re-arranging
Something keeps her encouraging
Trying for the best desirable results
To each part of her soul she consults
Dreams, goals, wishes
Filling the gap among these bridges
Correcting all her glitches
Overcoming life's luck bound ridges
She keeps her constant moves
In her own rhythm she grooves
Making sure to mould at its best
Letting fate decide the rest
Suddenly she realized
With the sounds of claps and trumpet
That she is just a Little Miss Puppet