blob of clay

the blob of clay
i dont know when was born
or where i came from
but i remember the happy days
when i could run through the water
bobbing up and down
kids used to play with me
i was alive
and changing every day
one day i was a cat
the next day i was a house
but i was me in everything
and one day
a stranger came
and picked me up
he said he was gonna shape me
and he did
he moulded me
i screamed in pain
but to no avail
my body contorted
into an unnatural position
baked in the oven
now i am me no more
i am a sculpture
in a display
art but lifeless...