When people see statues,
of those who came before them,
gallant and tall…
History
Small stones and bricks,
with mortar and cement,
long since worn away…
The whole concept,
or a biography is rather odd,
especially when they’re written,
from someone on the outside…
Spirals in,
chambers out,
a living fossil…
I’d like to imagine,
some ancient person,
looking up to the sky…
If kings and queens still held,
the universal sway they once did,
would we accept it all now…
Imagine the wonder, on the face of the first person, to put together a wheel…
Isn’t it weird,
how that phrase,
is supposed to put up all…
Conceptually,
the idea is a really cool one,
what with the shadows being cast on land castles…
I suppose it must have asked,
whether someone wanted to climb,
but the clouds above…
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