My Reply

And there's a beautiful girl snoring in my bed as I post this...
Listening to: The Ataris

I am lost in an ancient jungle
Of wood carvings and figurines
Long faces and stretched out creatures
Tell me sir, why do you look so sad?
Perhaps it’s boring here in the silence and monotony
Or maybe you’re just pissed off
At everyone staring at you
Every kid passing you by saying
“Hey mommy, look at the funny man!”
I can understand your frustration
But I won’t look at you and joke.
We’re friends, aren’t we?
Though communication between us gets in the way
We understand each other in silence.
I continue to walk these halls
Breaking the silence with each foot crashing down
The sound of my pants legs rubbing together.
I can’t help but wonder how I’m making an impression
How I’m the center of attention
The piece of art on display
I am the inconstant, the variable
Thrown into this museum
Destroying the perfect balance, the silence
Between modern and contemporary
How I wish to be a part of the balance
Remain immortal like this tapestry
Ah, but to be trapped behind plexar for eternity?
Perhaps being ordinary is just a little more fun
And allows you to be on the good side of the glass;
I know I’d hate children if they stared at me.

Anthony C, "Between Modern And Contemporary"