Another Statue Day

It's another one of those days when everything becomes a s hard a stone.

The grey smog hangs thick in the sky

Looks like it will not budge for awhile

Everything around me has froze to stone

I have a tiny pebble wedged in my shoe

I wish I could be anywhere but here

But my feet have been nailed to the pavement

Not that I feel particularly down

Just some apathy has numbed me through

Every girl and boy I passed in the hallway

Had their faces set to hard polished marble

Nobody had any warmth to share

A gold plaque read the words “Do not touch”

Unusually, my head has been empty of thought

Hollowed out with walls of jade porcelain

Which is heavier than brain matter

Somehow I am dazed by the blue-green hue

The red clock hand moves at an hour slower

With nothing good to do

A small voice started asking me

“Hey, are you alive?”

I like to think

That I, that I, that I, that I

Make some sense half of the time

But instead it seems

Today, today, today, today

Is another Statue Day

And even though

Nothing seems to be wrong right now

Or maybe I have not noticed yet

I cannot move

At all, at all, at all, at all

At least it could be worse, this I know

The birds fly in circles around me aimlessly

I already know I waste time like an ingrate

I felt a little something drip drop

Even pigeons have business to attend

The sun is burning light at my face again

Under my eyelids I see swimming colors

The dictionary contains no word

That could name this stale taste in my breath

An strange day between Friday and Saturday

I thought an hour has gone by

But my phone lockscreen replies

“It's only been a minute”

Anything I say and think

Are not worth remembering

As a figurine watching from in a glass case

This world will roll by and leave me covered in dust

Everyone I love and hate

Have been made into effigies

This kind of boredom hurts

I realize that

It stings, it stings, it stings, it stings,

Right behind my eyeballs

Because it seems

Today, today, today, today

Is another Statue Day

So sorry this

Whole thing that I wrote is stupid

But perhaps you felt the same

I cannot move

At all, at all, at all, at all

At least it could be worse, this I know

Tomorrow will rescue me soon

The grey smog hangs thick in the sky

Looks like it will not budge for awhile

Have I been repeating myself too much?

See you, I'll be moving on from here