Lego Man

He sits like a statue;
His hands at his side,
His head facing forward,
and a smile on his face.

He walks like a robot;
His arms swinging stiffly,
His legs moving slowly,
and his back forever straight.

He sleeps like a dead man;
His expression showing nothing,
His eyes facing upward,
and it seems like he will never wake.

He lives like a Lego Man;
His decisions dictated,
His feelings created,
and he will never be free again.