The first time I was put together was for someone else.
I looked different than I was supposed to,
angular and weird.
I tried to stay there but my corners rounded off too soon,
they should have stayed sharp like I asked them to.
Then I wanted to stay round,
laying flat and not making noise.
It wasn’t comfortable,
there was no room to think or to do anything,
I wouldn’t have survived there.
Those who made me didn’t expect me to rearrange myself,
to make myself into any sort of puzzle I pleased.
I lay on the floor for years,
moving one piece at a time,
moving slyly towards the ceiling.
Now I’m shaped as I want to be,
that is really very important to me.
They recently asked me to change shape again,
but I can’t move anymore.
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