This is a fight with myself
To choose the toy i hold
Or that on the shelf
Its sparkle could only be a reflection
From the glass that conceals its imperfection
Wrapped in a shiny new cover
Sheathed with secrets yet to discover
How long have i had this one
Together so many battles lost and won
It feels fragile within my palm
Been years since it has lost its charm
The glitter blurs my vision
I can’t help but marvel at the precision
My heart reaches out, hands hesitate
Foot holds ground, imagination levitates
How many such toys have claimed my desire
But its the fear of throwing this one into a pyre
It’s fragile, but it’s mine
Charmless, yet it’s mine
Tomorrow another store, something new to fancy
A hope to harbor, which reality can’t see
You’d wonder how I’m so easily beguiled
After all, I’m only a child
