Marionette

How liberating it would be to be reborn as a marionette! My wooden appendages brought surely to life by my puppeteer levitating above me. His hands would purposefully shape my every movement, force my lax limbs into the form he finds desirable. And I would be totally absolved of the responsibility to generate the energy to move life. Because the varnished wood of my painted arms and legs is heavy, and the effort it takes me to will the tiny joints that dot my limbs can feel so monumental at times.