A show must be performed.

It must reach the highest standard.

But I feel like wood, why?

Stiff and twisted.

Unable to move from my place, from my stage.

There is no music, no audience.

Why do I perform if there is no one to applause?

Why can I not speak or scream?

I cannot use my fingers, my hands.

Is this a dream?

I can't move...

I CAN'T MOVE MY BODY!

I CAN'T TALK!

I CAN'T STAY LIKE THIS!

Can I?

Am I...a statue?

What am I made out of? Willow twisted to make a human form?

How can I think without a brain?

Why can I see?

What can I do?

I cannot be heard, I cannot be speak

Am I stuck like this forever?

I have a price tag, am I nothing more than a statue?

I guess I am...

I will stay till I decay.

Performing a show that will never be seen.

With a smile I can never share.