My hands mold clay
The more it moves
The less it calms
Like distance breezes
Believing stirs tiny change
Calmness comes from inspiration
Exhaustion slows the mind
Acceptance is the dream
Inside we build fortresses
Perhaps one day it’ll come
Serenity seldom climbs walls
It is the clay we mold
The ball we smash
Over and over again
So good!
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