In the end it was all my fault
My aspirations dried up like a deafening stream
When they said they had built me
It was them to shape me
With mud, stone, water and all
They carved me like a dancing doll
To align a wave they set for me
Maybe I wasn't but
my dreams were set free
It flew and crawled and ran to swirl
It dug a grave to let remorse fade
Was that fake?
Like I was to them
It were to me - A legacy of traits
I wonder if it too lagged the game
Was I at fault again?