I am a clockwork toy
with a missing Key.I'm more alive inside
than everyone else can see.
I'm a riot -
an explosion -
waiting to happen
inside my head.
But, with nothing to wind me,
to release me,
I might as well be dead.
I'm not certain
where broken toys go.
But, I don't think
I want to know.
That Key
better turn up
because I'm not ready
to lose hope
and give up.
I'm a clockwork toy
with a missing Key.
But I'm still here,
still waiting
to finally
be set free.
