I was captured in a moment,
From which I could not break free,
Writ on stone with broken threads,
And told to stop being what it means to be me.
I was frozen, so that I could not move,
The more I stayed, the more restless I grew,
I tried so hard to leave it all behind,
But I could not stay on, I could not be true.
And so I am stuck as a mere memory,
Fading fast into flat conformity.
I’ve become a shadow of what I could have been,
Frozen forever and unable to break free.