You hold me and I am soft. 

A malleable lamb. 

I will take on the form that you seek to shape in your hand.

I stick to myself. I stick to you. 

I am infinite shapes.

I am blue.

Comprised of tiny sands. Slipping 

The space between your fingers and hands

A singular lifetime. Will you spend it counting. 

Fill the gap. 

Shards crease, compounding.

[Stay]

[Clay]

What shape will I be today.

Pieces of me fall away, day by day. 

A salve and balm. 

Pick me up. Put me down. 

I am putty. 

Putty in your palm.

What I am when you look away, you will never know

Take away the mystery. Take me everywhere you go. 

I fit in your pocket. Easily forgotten.

[Stay]

[Clay]

What shape will I be today.

Violently pound 

The ideas and lessons of the day 

Nightfall, just a mound. 

Searching for a shape 

It only exists in your mind.

Original form eternally left behind.

On a dark day. Put away. Oh god 

Please put me back.

I am dry. I crumble and crack. 

[Stay]

[Clay]

What shape will I be today.

I am blue. 

Something unique to you. 

What shape will I be today.