As A Child

As a child You see this doll You have a doll Sitting in her chair Her eyes of glass You watch her face Her knees apart She seems to In a secretive stare She seems to She seems to Have a life Dig up a crack Pick up a stick Dirt in the street Becomes a town All of the people Depend on you Not to hurt them Or bang the stick comes down And they seem to They seem to Have a life They seem to As a child You see yourself And wonder why You can't seem to move Hand on the doorknob One foot on the sidewalk Feel like a thing Too much to prove And you learn to You learn to You learn to Have a life