With the glue of helplessness, I stuck the deceptive strings to my mind, body and heart to rise again like the Sun from the dark night.
But with the passing time, the sly strings took over me.
Maybe quite meritorious audience did I receive.

 But the praises and the smiles were never for me for they slowly, yet brutally wiped me off from the sky of creative skills.

 And the strings became the darkest of the clouds at my dawn.

Gave away the hope of my dawn and retreated to the stage to enjoy the cruel applause I once craved.
I gave in to the string.
And I forever became a dancing string puppet with silent tears streaming down the cheeks.