Chipping away at this statue of mine, I find solace knowing the head is falling off soon. Each day I toil away recklessly banging the stone, without care what might come at the end.
Modern art is what they call it? Nothing is symmetrical, and the arm is just way too small.
A straight edge would help, but I just suck at math, so I might as well continue chipping away, hoping some sort of inspiration might come.
Playing in the mud, while others think at me in terrible ways.
Maybe I just gave up long ago.