This is just the way i'm feeling. Statue...? Forgive the statue staring on, it knows nothing else now. Time, joy, life passes by its eyes. Oblivious. The statue does not turn or see. Its just a statue. People no longer look, this statue is old, they have seen it many times. Its stone walled expression never changes. Death. Statues don't dream off death. Their already dead. They just don't look it yet. A statue or a shell, a mask. Its dead who cares. Glistening on that mask, a glimmer a tear, i'm no statue. What is that? No, statues can't cry. I'm not dead. I'm no statue. Yet.