Puppeteer's Illusion

I can barely come to remember
The expression on your face
Which resembles a broken shelter
That has seen better days
You could’ve been more
You could’ve been more
It’s all you ever hear
Now just try to follow the strings
To meet your puppeteer
The shade beneath the sea
The waves amongst the trees
Cinders plague the air
There’s nothing to see here
Move along
Go, keep on sending me your postcards
From where you’ve never been
We can build up on this illusion
And revise our histories
But here’s some fair warning
For next time you’re around
Don’t bother looking for me
I’ll be somewhere on the moon
The shade beneath the sea
The waves amongst the trees
Cinders plague the air
There’s nothing to see here
The wings I’ll never have
In the face of every laugh
Of slowing frequencies
There’s nothing to see here
Move along