Tethered

Tethered to a pole we all are,
Strings tied to our limbs.
Puppets to an unknown force,
or so it seems at times.
When will we learn to be self sufficient,
always being told what to do.
Cut the strings that control us,
free ourselves.
Souls being crushed in a grip almighty,
pool balls for the force to play with.
When will we finally learn the face of this force,
disgracing us with it's unidentified presence.
This has always baffled us,
men research it.
But when will the strings be cut,
puppets be torn from this pole.
When will we finally choose our own paths,
and stop blaming others for our choices.