We start as formless chunks

Molded at the beginning with love

(If we are lucky).

Regardless we live and move

Life with its slings and arrows

Will sculpt us further.

The sculptor has a vision

And hacks away big chunks

Then over time

Using cutting wire

Fettling knife

Water and sponge

Finally set within the kiln

Who is the real creator?

You are.

You have the vision

Your actions will sculpt who you are.

Trim wisely and you will end up

Magnificent.