Pottery Wheel

The limitations are defined

With each rotation of the wheel.

You picture it within your mind,

Your efforts make it real.

 

With each rotation of the wheel,

Your vision’s slowly realized,

Your efforts make it real,

The end is no surprise.

 

Your vision’s slowly realized,

Although not quite what you had planned,

The end is no surprise,

It has been shaped by your own hand.

 

Although not quite what you had planned,

The picture held in mind,

It had been shaped by your own hand,

And now it’s been defined.

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