Statues

I walk through this world

And I pass people

People who talk and feel

But I only see them as statues

The world is full of statues

People who don’t change

People who remain the same

People who I only know one way

But statues don’t talk

They don’t feel, they don’t react

These ones do

But again, they don’t change

That’s what makes them statues

Unchanged things

But that’s only because I change

And I change, and leave them behind

No one bothers with statues

At least for not too long

Sure, some may catch our eye

But when they don’t change we get bored

We get bored with normal

Bored with things that don’t change

Bored with statues

Because statues don’t change

But then

Not everyone is a statue

At least not to me

Though they are to others

I’m not a statue

My parents aren’t statues

Some of my relatives and loved ones aren’t statues

My closest friends aren’t statues

They change

I see them change

All the time

All the time they change

I change too

With them

Without them

I’m not a statue to myself or those I’ve named

I change and so I know I’m interesting

I change and so I know people are watching me

I change and so I know I’m worth looking at

I change and so do those closest to me

I see them change

I may even make them change sometimes

They see me change

They may even make me change sometimes

My mind flitters for a moment

Statues

I was talking about statues

But I forgot about them

We don’t bother with statues for too long

We don’t look at them when they don’t change

We forget about them over time

But sometimes we wonder

Where are they now?

What are they doing?

Are they still the same as when we knew them?

Have they finally changed?

Sometimes we won’t know

Sometimes we find out one day

And sometimes they stick around

Because change captures the eye

Statues capture the eye too of course

But not for long

They don’t change you see

Statues don’t change

It’s good to remember

We are all statues to someone

Random passers-by on the street of course

But maybe even those we see change

I know someone who changes

They change a lot

But then when I looked into the mirror of their eyes

I saw a statue glaring back

A statue

Me

As a statue

Not changing

I change people

People change me

I don’t change people

And people don’t change me

It’s strange to think about no?

This concept of changing

The idea that we are statues to some

But changing to others

Look into the eyes of those you hold dear

Do you see movement?

Yes?

They see you as changing

Do you not see movement perhaps?

Then you are a statue to them

And they are no longer worth your time

They made you a statue so do the same to them

Perhaps that brings another concept to light

Can we change one moment and be a statue the other?

Can we interchange between the two?

I suppose we can, and we probably do

I can see it happening now in fact

That glint in your eye

I have changed to you, haven’t I?

I’m sorry though as you have not changed for me

You are a statue

I am changing

Or perhaps not

No that can’t be right

You see me as changing

But I see you as a statue

And yet, you see both of us changing

You more so than myself of course

There is no right answer I suppose

But that means there is no wrong answer either

We all see the world in different ways

But there is one thing that you fail to consider

Like I’ve said

We all see ourselves as changing

We all see other people close to us changing

And that could mean that everyone IS changing

In the end

It all comes down to this

Who is changing in your eye

And who is simply standing still

A statue

Unchanging

Forever

Or for a time

Only one way to find out