Statues of men

Something surrounds us

we seldom see

Something which blinds us

with such sweet simplicity

We seem to look around, and we grin

at the site of our own; wonderful whim

We are surrounded by our own happy

the monuments we build aren't too shabby

We laugh and dance and praise them in our thoughts

Oh, how great we are: capable of such which we've sought

Our statues are wonderful, we fancy ourselves

We are superior to any who dwells

We laugh and dance all until when

Time destroys these statues of men

- Micah Hale