The Early Years - The World Through the Eyes of Those Who Make It

I am not tired or broken
I am fine mentally
I am composed, self assured of perceived reality
Our worlds seem so damn real when you create their meaning

I am undone only in part
I have begun my works of plastic art

I could not find the consequence of what effect I leave
I am afraid, once they're done, moments mean nothing
My words seem weightless and deterred from creating meaning

I am undone only in part
I have begun my works of plastic art

Written by:
Jodhi Mather-Pike

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