Set in Stone

Standing still while my mind runs away without me.

My eyes shift, absorbing all that I see.

Words and sounds flooding in.

Tears dripping slowly off my marble chin.

My heavy arms reach for potential.

An impatient call ringing through my skull.

“Move forward or die!”

I have no reply.

The hot summer sun burns down,

On the statue of a clown.

Strength melting away under the pressure.

My joints crunch as I stumble forward.

It will not be long before I mineralyze once more.