Statue

 

 

 

A person looks at a statue and thinks, 'what a wonderful thing

I’ll keep that in my memory and forever it will be with me

That inside is a representation of what had came from without'

I want to correct him, but it wouldn’t do even to shout

A man a little older notices a statue in the corner by the door

And thinks, 'I know just what this is telling me – I wish denial no more

That this representation, though I thought I’d let it go, I just couldn’t see

Now it's to be cut free from this house of me, to make room for something more'

 

But, go he would not, rather stood there like a stone

Outside of the door, there he be, from him I was not alone

So I kept him around, 'with a few modifications, I suppose he can serve me'

For he did want to help, clearly, and a transformation was the key