Artifact

I fade into the background again
A mute earthy tone
Amongst ever-present splashes
Of technicolor songs;
Thrown by the wayside
Somebody picked me up
Wore me for awhile
Only to tuck me away
Assuming I wished to placate
An existence chosen for me

Given nothing
A relic I became
Rising from the archeological dig
In the forgotten realms of my soul
I found I was better suited
For museum shelves
Rather than the corridors of the living
As it was all out of place
Too loud
Too consuming
And I had no knowledge
Of how to adjust
Just to survive
Scampering from corner to corner
Waiting for the ravishes of time...
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