what remains

a weird metaphor I thought of on the bus back from college turned into a poem

I am block of marble

and time is the artist

silently chipping away

constantly changing me

I will never again be 

what I was one minute ago

but I hope I'm moving towards something better

but time doesn't care

it chips away at me without remorse

sometimes improving 

but not always 

I just hope that I am happy

with what remains