Lost art

Memories a lump of clay we mold day to day until it turns sublime
And with time delusions of past illusions grow a work of art
They depart from their original form and transform into what we will them to be
See  how they look as in time's fire they cook, clay turned to rock

Lock them away or put them on display, molded statues of times past
Fast you will find they are frozen in your mind forms of your belief
Markers of grief or joy no cast bronze did you employ when they fall they will shatter
Scatter on cold ground lost pieces won't be found, but maybe it doesn't matter