Puppet

I am a puppet, a piece of handmade
A smiling puppet who’s soul has faded
With face of beauty and touch of tender
A sudden gift from Obscure Sender
I’m standing motionless on casket
My eyes are wet, my lashes mask it
I’m not in sorrow! It’s my role…
To be a pretty wailful doll…
I’m waiting just for you to turn
My music of performance on
And I will dance a simple dance
Without emotion, passion, sense
Without glancing once at you
Just doing only what I due
You know my life is kinda boring
The world for me itself is foreign
I used to live in carton dark
In having only dreams to lark
And now I’m here feeling light
Around me without delight
I don’t remember how to feel
The smell of autumn, taste of meal
And trembling cold, and crying hard
And children’s laughing in the yard
But once I used to be a girl
Who had a Gift to feel the world
And now I have the only hope
For you to help me leave my cope
Of cartons and of languid dreams
In some way naive does it seems…