A Clone of a Clone

Paint me a picture, sing me a song Show me the niche where I belong Carve me a sculpture, build me a house Show me the library where I can browse Write me a story, stitch me a quilt Inside the house you already built Cook me a meal, teach me to fish Blow out my candles and make me a wish Now I'm on my own and my spirit groans A clone of a clone, just a bag of bones With a heart of stone sitting alone Until I was shown what I should've known Preach me a sermon, send up a prayer Life's not easy and it's not fair Scream a diatribe, deliver a rant I won't help you I'm no sycophant Turn on the radio, turn on the T.V. Let the white noise drown out the cacophony Fluff my pillow and make my head Say a few words when I am dead In a sycamore tree so I can see In the canopy filled with reverie When I hear a decree directed at me I sit quietly and prayerfully