The every passing of time compared to a clock that ticks and
ticks and proves that you are one second, just one second closer to death. Time
should be a statue, because it moves with the earth, rotating slowly, slowly
rusting, but keeping its form until another being comes in its path. Mysterious,
we are beings that seem to think we change, but we don’t. Our goal as the statue
is to stay whole keep our feelt planted, but that won’t happen, an earth quick
will move us, crack us, break us and in the end we are nothing but pieces that
will turn to sand, we seem to think that the world cares about us. It doesn’t,
it won’t, and it never well, we are just another thing to stare at, to take up
room. We slowly age and as we do, we are just slowly over looked for the newer pieces
of art that come in.
Break the watches and let it fly, because we are not moving
in time, time is moving us, and we just want to stand still. So be it this, why
everyone cannot just let my bolts stay firmly on the ground and allow the rust
to collect peacefully, why add scratches.