Prosthetic

look behind
trace the past
and the thoughts running through your mind
but stops well behind
beyond human sight

look in front
for its namesake
future disillusioned
the truth is not ours to make

look down
at our shadows
the only thing free from the binds

look up
for we are but dolls to our own choices
strung by one above
stranger to all but our own voices
plastic to love

content to be an attachment
with no free will
defining prosthesis
just a continuation of His raiment

look behind
look in front
look down
look up
look where He wishes

...and then the string is broken!