like clay

[midestream]

am i a collection of things all on my own ? is it all on me, or can i still get upset with you? you did not rip me apart .. you just watched while i did it to myself. you take what is left of me and make something that is glorious in your eyes. but how long does that last? you are forever changing , so i must change with you . even you can't keep up, but you'd never admit it. try to put me back together, but you did it wrong... you will continue to do it wrong. you lose more every time, but you try again, not for me, but for your own sake. do you see me for what i am, what i can be, or am i still just your incomplete piece? you sit in the passenger seat, yet you still have so much control. you are shaping me into something i cannot begin to understand, but it is not all on you, it was still i that leaned into the hand