we made our own little houses out of clay
and children to play with fire
to burn all our names into the wood
we shaped into knives
to claim our own little place in the sandbox
to hide from the monsters and demons
we made out of clay
though they came from our imagination
- - -
now greed and temptation follow from here
we have always known
we've seen from the earliest ages
only now, only now it's full-grown