The Museum of Orphaned Concepts
Contemplating Life's Museum: A Reflection on Existence
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When I think about the price of admission
Contemplating the cost of participating
And the size of the wait
Considering the length of the wait
I would have probably denied this position
Reflecting on reluctance towards the situation
Tried to make my escape
Considering attempting to leave
But I pressed on frustrated
Continuing despite frustration
Pushed through and waded
Persisting and moving forward
Past crowds that were so dense
Navigating through dense crowds
They obstructed my view
Crowds obstructing the view
(Of the eventual outcome)
Reference to the unknown outcome
Pose me, place me in a glass display
Desire to be examined in a display
Study every move I make
Inviting scrutiny of every action
Watch as my body starts to decay
Observing the body's decay
Will they learn from every mistake I’ve made?
Questioning if others will learn from mistakes
I hope there’s something inside this fucked up brain
Hoping for value within the troubled mind
Or was it all a waste?
Contemplating if everything was futile
So often I wonder If people still get that
Wondering if others understand humanity
I’m just a real person, not a sample to gawk at
Expressing being a real person, not an exhibit
And I know that my own life decisions brought me to this
Acknowledging personal decisions leading to the current state
(My eventual outcome)
Reference to the unknown future outcome
Pose me, place me in a glass display
Desire to be placed in a display for scrutiny
study every move I make
Encouraging examination of every action
watch as my body starts to decay
Watching the body deteriorate
Will they learn from every mistake I’ve made?
Questioning if others will learn from past mistakes
I hope there’s something inside this fucked up brain
Hoping for value within the troubled mind
Or was it all a waste?
Contemplating if everything was futile
What will be said when I am gone?
Questioning what will be said after departure
I’ve spent years of my life as a constant exhibit
Spent years as a constant exhibit
To be covered in dust
Anticipating neglect and being covered in dust
When they turn out the lights and exit the building
Reference to the end of the exhibition
Will they be able to match a name to my face
Wondering if a name will be remembered
The years add up.
Accumulating years and questioning if others will care
Will they care?
Questioning if the accumulated years matter
Is that enough?
Reflecting on whether caring is sufficient
I’ve been displaying myself in a case
Actively displaying personal struggles
Broadcasting my problems in spades
Publicizing problems, seeking relatability
Just hoping that some one relates
Hoping for connection with others
As the years passed by I became
Transforming into an artifact over time
An artifact buried away
Being stored away for discovery later
To be found at a much later date
Accepting vulnerability to external influence
Here I am, just have your way
Expressing openness to scrutiny
Where’s the need?
Questioning the necessity of being remembered
Dig a hole
Suggesting burial or disappearance
Wrap me up
Accepting being wrapped up or hidden
Take your notes
Encouraging documentation or analysis
Bury me.
Expressing readiness
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