Our glass eyes are dulled,
Ruined in a puppet fight,
Scratched and loose.
'Our strings got tangled'
We explain,
Wooden face stiff,
Insincere yet apologetic.
Geppetto's stern eyes never stray.
'We couldn't run,'
We explain.
'We weren't allowed to.'
We add.
'Don't be disappointed,'
We beg.
'Don't regret creating us,'
Silent voices plead.
'We only wanted to be real.'
We explain.
'Don't expect obedience from puppets.'
Geppetto was warned.
