Mall Musings

Meandering with purpose
Mall full of slackers
Zombies who have never touched the grave

Wandering through the aisles
Faces with no features
Inconsequential walkers feel slaved

Almighty dollars
Draw them in daily
Burning holes in emptying accounts

Dead pan faces
Emptiest smiles
Looking for the latest in discounts

Among the shuffles
I am lost in the crowd
Time to leave this hell others call eden

I walk through a door
Feel the sun thaw me out
Air conditioning has left my soul frozen