Although the statue never moved,
It truly wished it could,
Do people still know right from wrong?
The statue used to think they would,
Though now it knows that most people don’t,
They simply do what they think they should,
At times, they do know that it’s mistaken,
Yet, no course corrections are taken,
For the things the statue had seen,
It wouldn’t wish on anyone,
The statue tried to move an inch,
Although no ground was gained,
To wake from a nightmare, you need a pinch,
Stuck as the statue was, that would never be obtained,
For the statue could never cry, scream, or flinch,
Its stony heart frozen and thoroughly pained,
So the statue stood frozen and watched society,
Keeping track of its observations,
If the statue could feel still, it’d be filled with anxiety,
Because life seemed to have too many complications,
The statue cursed its knowledge and sobriety,
Would ignorance excuse the futile explanations,
Will this humanity always be filled with impropriety?
The statue longed for alterations,
One day, the statue would wear away,
Its form crumbling down and broken,
But the statue got to move this way,
A brief moment of being awoken,
The statue didn’t view this as decay,
But as its eyes being finally open,
Because maybe nothing is meant to stay,
Are there better meanings in the words unspoken?
As a pile of pieces, the statue was free,
No longer the unwilling spectator,
The wind carried its pieces away as debris,
The statue wished to smile, for nothing could be greater,
Not than the world finally answering its plea,
No longer grasping the hopes of a better later,
However, society frowned at the fragmented statue,
They called it a broken mess,
Yet, the statue couldn’t be more pleased with its residue,
Where they saw failure, the statue saw success,
They judged and sneered and offered the statue glue,
The statue ignored them with no desire to regress,
For the statue felt brand new,
So maybe it’s not much, but at least it’s welcomed progress.
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