As a child
you have a doll
you see this doll
sitting in her chair
you watch her face
her knees apart
her eyes of glass
in a secretive stare
she seems to
she seems to
she seems to
have a life
pick up a stick
dig up a crack
dirt in the street
becomes a town
all of the people
depend on you
not to hurt them
or bang the stick comes down
and they seem to
they seem to
they seem to
have a life
as a child
you see yourself
and wonder why
you can't seem to move
hand on the doorknob
feel like a thing
one foot on the sidewalk
too much to prove
and you learn to
you learn to
you learn to
have a life