A Ball Of Clay

Can you feel it?
The weight of the world crashing down?
It shatters around
And we float.

A new world arises from the ashes
A new place to love and to hold.
Imperfection is beauty,
Insanity is brains,
And hate is transformed into love.

How strange does it feel?
Does it make your toes tingle?
Do you look around
And not recognise what you see?

Moulded by our own dirty hands,
Our world is a ball of clay,
We could work it
And shape it
Rebuild it and change it
Until all of the moisture fades away.

A world where we do not have to be fake.