Museum of Waste

Obsessed You build again Another shrine Consuming thoughts now They exist because you will them You create importance You inspect daily You dream Alone You stress Manic moments hanging in frames you create Your time lives on nobody’s walls Taking the place of everything Your life will be gone Your minutes Your museum Walking temple steps to nothing There will never be a sign that reads, “Please donate to maintain this shrine when I am gone.” You will be forgotten Live © 2019 MJL

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