The Bronze Statue

A bronze statue immune to the damages of time lies despondently upon a vintage bench. His opaque eyes stare incessantly through time as if acknowledging the true purpose of life. His surroundings, like the perception of truth, change in time where he is eternal. What purpose did he find? His amaranthine composure seams finite. If one were to ever awaken the bronze man upon the bench with golden manuscripts in hand, ambiguous to society, the secrets he would tell. Did he find prospect in an ever-changing life? Or is he the result of an over zealous capitalist trying to leave their mark upon society? I envy the bronze intellectual for his countenance portrays closure; he portrays a secret that mankind would kill to know. Thus are the ideals of the bronze man; always having the answers but no way to convey them.


Inspirtation came from "The Razor's Edge" and a real statue infront of a book store... lol