The circle of life,
starting at zero,
and all the way to infinity,
to find that you are merely back,
right at the beginning,
at zero.

For I am nothing,
Yet, I find that I am,
I am everything.

In your soft hands,
I am putty,
Malleable, changeable, to be moulded,
I could be everything,
and I can be nothing.

Bend me,
Break me,
Shape me.

Breathe life into me,
With but a simple kiss.

And I shall be yours,
Not just for now,
or this life,

For all life,
All lifetimes,
For eternity.