Frozen Statue

Sometimes, I question my sanity.
It never ceases to amaze me.
Out of nowhere,
the thing I’ve dreamed of drops in my lap

And suddenly,
I’m not so sure that I want it.

Only 2 minutes before, 
I would have killed for it.

But now, something seems askew.
I can’t put my finger on it it.

I pause. Wait.

If I stand still long enough, 
whatever is wrong will miraculously right itself.

Pose. Smile.

I hear words, but nothing penetrates the ice.

… It’s still there.

If I really needed it, I’d take it, wouldn’t I?
Maybe, I didn’t want it all along.

For a moment though, it seemed so right.
Sooo, right.

I’m a statue now.
Oh, God.
Please make it go away!