I think of myself as potentially vase.
But no matter what side you clean up ,
It crumbles.
The artist continues to try ,
Try to clean the crumbs.
Water then ,
And place them back.
I use to be wet , firm clay.
Throughout the years
I'm have been shaped
Watered , shaped again.
Repeat.
I soon dried out to a ripped
Tall
Brownish clump of clay.
The artist don't want to give up ,
Yet I do.