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...