You are a block of concrete, containing the valuables of the earth.
You are a golden monkey, standing in a position unknown to all.
You are a painting, hanging from the old, cracking pillar.
You are the oldest computer, gathering and collecting dust.
You are a vase, fading in the clear glass box.
You are a fossil, rotting and eating the limited air in the glistening cuboid.
You are a cave drawing, full of blue and green scribbles and drawings.
You are a stromatolite, missing your home on the beach front.
You are an a thousand year old tree, losing your leaves for the thousandths time.
You are the notebook of Charles Darwin, crumpling and disintegrating.
You are a plastic caveman, raising your club to defeat you plastic enemy.
You are closing down, making the kids sad.
You are the end.