Statues

Two musicians standing side-by-side

One with drums, the other with guitar.

They mock and tease me.

They make me think of what could be.

If I keep practicing, bending

Working ‘till it hurts.

I have never loved pain.

That dull aching inside your hands.

The never fading throb.

Maybe music never was a good choice,

Maybe I should stick to writing,

Too many maybes.

I don’t know what I should do.

Write, sing, draw, maybe all.

Again the bloody maybes.

I must be mad!!

No more maybes

Only gonna say definitely.

I hate these two statues,

Maybe Chris will buy them from me.

2005.10.12