8 August 2012
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?
Clay Man • Opuss № I