All is calm and quiet.
I sleep alone in my house.
The roofs opens up.
Light floods in.
Head, body, foot, all join as one.
I start to sing.
Soon, others join.
A mistake is made.
We do better the next time.
A beautiful sound, music even.
A different noise interrupts.
The song is over.
I go to pieces
And go back to sleep in my house.
Look at me.
What do you see?
Do you see my soul, old and worn out?
Or do you only see lace?
Maybe you've even stopped looking.
Why do I even have a toungue?
If I were to speak, would you listen?
You bring me to heel each day.
Do you ever think about me?
I'm all tied up, but I still have to fit around you.
Your schedule, your life.
At the end of the day you toss me away,
And always expect me to be there in the morning.
How much longer must I take this?
Will you ever wake up and see?
Or am I just an accessory to you
That you'll throw away when you're done?
How many have come before me?
When I'm through will you do it to more?