my head begins to spin
As suddenly the joys of adulthood
become lost in the muffled arguments of my parents.
You can only walk around for so long
Acting as if nothing's wrong
And then you cave in...
When I muster up the strength to pray
My thoughts seem to stray
And I'm left with hopes for better days.
I stand back and wonder as I watch the Potter mold the shapeless clay,
having not one doubt that a masterpiece awaits.
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