Sculpting a cloud
With hands full of clay
There is probably some irony here
But I could never say
It never stands still
My knife flashes
Again and again
I make changes
It's maddening
Capturing lighting in a bottle
Vapor in a sieve
Makes you want to throttle
They guy who said
The eyes reveal the soul
Such bullshit.
The eyes reveal a lot
But not the soul
The soul is in the feet
Track the path of a man's progress
Where's he been
What's he done
What were his intentions?
Has he grown
Has he shrunk
Is he cruel
Is he kind
Most importantly
When no one else is around?
Follow the man's feet to know his soul
Go through his eyes, to get to the brain.
Mmmm, tasty!
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