Welcome to the final exhibit Here’s a forest, here’s a bee Here’s the sound of running water Once available for free In this case, a handwritten letter In that room, an empty chair Visitors may touch the replica Of something people called fresh air At the Museum of Tomorrow We preserve what we destroyed Every wonder safely guarded Every memory unemployed Children stare through walls of glass At the world we couldn’t borrow We kept everything we valued At the Museum of Tomorrow Here’s a map of vanished islands Here’s a language no one speaks Here’s the last recorded heartbeat Of a creature from the deep Please proceed toward the exit Where the gift shop sells regret Tiny models of the future We were certain we would get Then a child breaks from the guided line And plants a seed outside The guards don’t try to stop her They just stand and watch it rise Close the Museum of Tomorrow Take the windows from the walls Let the rain touch every picture Let the living fill the halls We don’t need another monument To everything we failed to do Tomorrow shouldn’t be a memory It should still belong to you
