Wind-Up Toy

You are no saint More like a wind-up toy A lifetime of stagnation Interrupted by seconds of joy Walking towards The edge & when you're all out of batteries Whose problem will you be? Useless toy Pitiful plaything I once knew you So full of life & love But now you're all wooden & stuck down in what you were above I hope you left yourself a breadcrumb trail I hope you left yourself a light on And when you're all out of batteries Whose problem will you be? Useless toy Pitiful plaything