Suicide Statues, NYC
The statues by the artist Antony Gromley
A way out, no where to go,
everything seems irrelevant,
transparent faces, amongst transparent places.
Joining queues, for something I just do not need,
sounds of yesterdays, memories rolling through my head like deja vu.
do I stop falling, do I strive in being something I am not?
I dream of something that never was.