Museum of Me

Buy a ticket, enter in, roam the rooms, haunt the halls.

Are you in the mood for something sweet and serene?

Maybe you’d like to interpret the tear-stained walls,

Or grab some coffee as you take in the scene.

Take your time, settle in, find a niche.

Let the melody linger as the memories mingle,

Full of all these years, deep and rich.

Take it all in, let it catch your breath in a single

heartbeat.

All that’s precious, unigue, simple and rare,

All that’s broken, wounded, complex and bent.

Hands-on exhibits, just handle with care.

Admire, discuss, like it or don’t, this life so far spent

being me.