Statue

Sometimes feelings are just overwhelming statues;

With eyes and ears closed,

Bow in its sinuous mood,

Make scratches on your true heart,

And count stars yelling above your precipitous head.

If you can’t conquer anything from such garbled deflections,

This is the right time for you to raise your voices.

Raise your voices!

Alas! Raise your voices.

Don’t be so shy in front of an unswerving statue;

You are not deaf or dumb to alter for a strange icon.

No one is going to stop you;

Or at least please don’t try to change yourself for one,

Even if  that someone is whom you really do care about for so long.

In fact! This is your life.

Indeed! This is your life,

Though I’m not gonna exchange my visions to feed through it.