Forever in the moment, forever in the joy.
Forever in time, forever in a toy.
Will someone save me from this curse,
Or will they ignore the looks?
I am bond for all of time and yet I can never die.
Why am I like this?
Hands tightened into tiny fists.
They play with me and they laugh.
What makes them so great?
If they cannot control their own fate!
Yet they control mine, as if they were GOD who created the world with his mind.
That is the curse of standing still in time.
For the things around me change, while I stay still forever.