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
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