I am but a hollow stone,

Frozen in time's unyielding march,

A monument to what never was,

Nor ever will be.

I am but an empty shell,

An urn, forsaken and abandoned,

Upon life's mantelpiece,

Within me lie the ashes

Of the girl I once embodied.

I stand, trapped and paralyzed,

A ghost among the living,

On this infinite carousel,

As the world spins around me,

Rotating in indifference,

Round and round and round,

A kaleidoscope of colors,

Blurring into oblivion,

What a cruel, relentless force,

Time departed in such haste,

It spared me no farewell,

And I'm left here on the mantelpiece,

To gather dust.