I am not alive to meet man's terms.
I am alive for basking in the sun
while I read Lord Byron,
for drinking red wine
under the moonlight
while the Hermit Thrush sings her song.
I am alive for reasons beyond a normal man's contemplation because a normal man is normal afterall.
YOU ARE READING
I am a statue
PoetryOh to be a statue in the 18th century - a piece of art people admire!
