(Audrey writes poems for me? Or do I write poems for Audrey?)
For a while now I have had a model
Well ok half a model
An idea for a model
A model of a world with little people on it
Little stories to tell and a cute little culture
And I had this strange exhibitionist wish
To show the model off to other people
In a museum or at an exposition
I just knew others would enjoy it
I didn't know much about expositions
About being an artist
I just worked at my model a bit
And looked around for a place to show it off
A man saw my model and told me had a little museum
I didn't understand little
Museums are all the same, aren't they?
With his promise of a place to show it off
I worked on my model
I finished the whole thing
I polished it, added details
He said he loved it
But I had the feeling he hadn't really looked
He seemed busy with paperwork
And I started running
Towards his museum
He cheered at me, waved at me
Together, he kept saying
But he didn't run
He didn't even show me around
He was swamped in paperwork and invoices and things
Yesterday I reached the museum
And it was closed down
He wanted to know if I'd help reopen it
Invest time and make something out of it, together
And I looked around
Looked at my model
All shiny and finished
My work, my time, my energy
I had grown since
I was much taller now
And I could see over the top of the closed down museum
I saw the world, in all its glory
Thousands of expositions out there
And people looking for models like mine
I shrugged and looked at my model
I polished it again
And I was happy with the way it looked
I said to him I'm sorry about your museum
But I don't think I want to be here
The world is waiting
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