Below

Below the surface: lie the imperfections

Below the surface: clay that shapes the inner core

Waiting to be molded

Waiting for someone to put into a form

No artist needed to shape this mass

It could be something beautiful

It could be something real

But people come, people go

Never stopping, never seeing, never asking

Below the surface: Always seeking, questions unanswered

Below th surface: Waits a soul still unexplored