i know i have been in your thoughts
i woke up and my legs were shaking
roaming corridors i once lived finding myself a tourist
a map with rooms crossed out and a new name written
on brown tape-
renting or buying
a night affair or a lifetime package
why was i brought to witness;
a chance to outbid
or walk down a memory lane with caution tape
boarding off every entrance,
the tape was my doing
but the exhibits were made to last
and i wonder
how many double a batteries
it would take
Saint's Muse 