Statue

circa 1999

Stood in front of you
With both my hands in my pockets
That's not like me
My hands should always be busy
Wonder how long you've
Watched me
Directionless misery
Set me free or leave me be
Watch your face light up behind the screen
So in touch with everyone
But me
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for an answer
It isn't coming
It never will. You are
Scared - immobilized, because of the
Chance I might be real
Might just have to learn to
Be happy
Might just have to learn
True love
It's alright. Much safer here
Never go outside, my love
My hand stretches to a void
I am permanence among this rat race
Permanence decays