The cast around my hands

A model of who I am

A memory of how I feel

The art of something real

The form of one’s true nature

A way to express one’s true self

My hands full of clay

As I carve my own way

Every line shows a dream

Every cut shows a promise

No matter what happens

This world shall be astonished

Endlessly placed

A capsule of itself

The artist may fade

Though the idea will never cave