statue

If I were a statue
Impatient stone
Mercenary rules
Looking at the world
Without blinking
A stare past all
To the horizon
Made of marble
A design pure
The only flaw
Not waiting any more
Chiseled away by time
An hour glass to eternity
History hoping to the future
As cars blast by
Fields of yellow mustard
Water mud brown
A statue with blood shot eyes
lost in time
Made of marble
With one flaw
Chipped away with impatience