My Life is the Clay

July 10, 2013

Blank. Empty. Naive.

Hold me. Mold me.

I like opinion. It will shape me.

I like attitude. It will teach me.

Move on from one creator to the other.

You are all unsure of yourselves.

Yet you hold me- the longer, the deeper the groove.

Hold me. Mold me.

Still blank. Still empty. Knowingly naive.

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