Clockwork Dream (Pinochio's lament)

My dreams at night seem

To me to be obscene

They tell a tale and paint a scene

Of a boy that wants everything

From out of nowhere these dreams are not

Born from things I should have forgot

Built with skill from rust and rot

Created in an undermining plot

The cogs in me twist like thumb screws

With all the things that I choose

Come all the things that I lose

Like watching hands on a clock move

With each moment that is watched

Is just another moment that is lost

This is when I feel the springs the most

I feel I am just a machines host

The finest of things manufactured

Hopes and dreams in a life that’s fractured

Feeding the fire is all that matters

Crush your heart in a gear until it splatters

Let the fragile give way to the strong

Learn a lesson there is no right or wrong

Just another voice in the throng

Designed to keep you moving along

Dreams are just wish fulfillment

In the form of a light bulbs filament

To illuminate the firmament

And bring about the permanent

A well thought out plan

Trumps a wild scheme

I wish I were a man

Not just a clockwork dream