Toy Maker
Toy
Maker! Oh, Toy Maker!
Why did
you create me,
Create me
the way you did?
For I can
reason with all I see!
I understand
I am flawed
Even to
the point of this pen,
My own
strength fails me
Unable to
reach your perfection.
At first
look, it’s obvious:
I am
missing my strings,
And I
cannot reach the sky;
But, my
mind has wings!
I have a
heart made of wood
And
dreams which float
From here
to there, and ev’ry
Which way
I turn to gloat.
I can
boast of all I do,
Because I
am a taker!
I may
walk wherever I want,
All,
without the Toy Maker.
A
seemingly innocent walk;
Yet, I am
aware of the source
Of the
wind shifting from here
To there,
all with gentle force.
It’s
apparent I have a back,
Many
times it’s facing you;
And I
have a dynamic voice,
As if
this solely gives me value.
Toy
Maker! Oh, my Toy Maker!
Why do I
have this knowledge?
Because
what puzzles me most
Is,
I am carved in your image!
Be
still, I hear your whisper,
Listen.
Listen above the curse –
I
am carved in your image
Because
you loved me first.
The Original "Toy Maker" written in 2010.
