Mold my mind into a simple shape,
Something strong, yet easy.
Comfortable, though Study.
By the end of your life, your mind has taken on a form.
Life molds us in many ways.
It shapes who we are, the person we become, and how we think.
Our lives which are given to us by force – shapes how we me molded.
Will you be pointy and dangerous?
Round and easy, or flat and even.
Each day you are a different person, something small about you has changed,
How you think, how you speak,
Your appearance, the movement of your body, and much more.
How you handle life or better yet, how life handles you, is all decided through toils and tribulations.
You will only know how were shaped when you have taken your last breath.