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I am clay.
With every step I take,
I change,
With every word I hear,
I change,
With every thing I see,
I change.
By the end of my life,
when I am all worn out,
I will look completely different from what I looked like untouched,
And as I lay my head to die,
I will look down at my body;
I will look at the stained clay,
and I will remember every mold,
every time they touched me,
every time I changed,
Were those changes for the good?
Why did I ever change at all?
Were people not satisfied with who I was?
There's nothing I can do now.
I am clay. |
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