The subconscious.
The puppeteer to our actions,
holders of invisible strings.
The movements,
so subtle,
yet so precise,
keeping us within reach,
but giving us our leeway
to live life.
Each part,
a hidden rule,
a guiding line.
It's interesting how,
looking back, we can see the outline
with ease.
Within the moment,
it's next to
improbable.
We may be grateful
later down the line.
But can we forgive
manipulation
from the self?
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