Clay Man

Mould and reshape me
Turn me into something
I don't want to be
Manipulating and sculpting

Finish me off with a glum expression
Tan me in your fiery furnace
Leave me on the shelf with no emotion
Don't tell me I have no purpose

When I'm cured, stiff and disabled
Lay me down snug in a cardboard box
With return to sender on the label
Courier me with a destination to Oz

Let the wizard finish me
Fill my clay shell with organs
Use things my maker hasn't agreed
Give me a soul so I can feel emotions

Then let me find my own way home
With my newly rebuilt happy friends
Let me meet my maker who's now alone
Explaining I'm not the only one who pretends

Can you pinch me to see if I'm real?
Look into my eyes for the reaction I feel
Do you see you inside my soul?
Do I reflect the wizard that made me whole?

If I pinch you will you feel anything at all?
Will you just crumble and fall?
Will you hide behind your walls?
Will you let me mould you when I hear your call?