Inevitable

Make the wooden man talk,

Let him speak with words

Instead of gibberish,

And let him have the talent

Of all of mankind all together

With his little wooden fingers.

We wish we could make things

The unimaginable, with little winged

Fairies or monsters from the beyond.

But these things are just inevitable,

And the world must go on wearily,

Going one by one by one…

With just one spark to set it all ablaze.