Toy

Pretending I live,
presuming I have
the control and
the rules, even
the idea
of how it is
exactly,
could fill
in your whole
soul of
music and colours,
would ablaze
your ears
deep down
inside into
words and strokes,
but wouldn't I
ever let you
show me up
because this
is my reclusive
playing
and you are just
the toy I want
for the moment