My story, like a frame of what is said to be my life.
Every design is a memory, carved
In with a knife.
Some designs, so beautiful and the others sometimes sad.
It's the loneliest memories where I remember what I had.
The people around me changed.
Into someone quite so new.
Like strangers, I walked away from my friends and from my crew.
Not everyday design is cute, some come with much thought.
My old life was dumped and buried, left for dead, to rather rot.
I still think about the frame and where truly I am meant to be.
Caged up, lost, when all that's ever
Needed is the feeling to be free.
