Clay
I want clay
To form what I want
Roll it down and throw it around
Flatten it and start over again
Fit it to my changing mood
I wanna mold it
Make it perfect for now
I'm bored with this material
It's strewn across the way
It's all just clay to me
Pick up another figure as I walk by
I want everything to be clay
I've soiled another so soon
Disfigured from my hand
It's become so hard for me
It talks to me but I can't hear
Clay says nothing I understand
I've been told clay has feelings
What the hell do I know
I can't keep my hands of it
Keep kneading it like dough
Penetrating deep inside
Someone take it away from me
It's got a reason to hide
Now I look for clay that fits me
Closer to what I want
But if I see something that's not right
Need to accept it as it is
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