Shaped

I am formed
Molded by things
Outside, around me
And inside my head
Constantly changing
In microscopic ways
My choices change me
Sculpting away
At who I am
And who I will be
This one decision
I’ve made changed
The entire game
You see, I took
The shaping tools
And handed them
To my Creator, God
And made Him
The One in charge
Of shaping me

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