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The Shopping Mall
Quiet little footsteps
Upon the settled stone
Next to the clothes rack
And the broken telephone
Behind the cashier and
Underneath the money
Are the eyes of the world
Laughing at the mother
With the little boy and girl
Grown up and holding hands
Smiling and glowing
From their spray on tan
It’s rainy and cold outside
So taking a bus justifies
Sitting by the old man crying
It beats walking beside the guy
With the black coat and
Greasy hair who skipped
The aisle for cosmetic care
Not like the people who wear
Their wallet in their hair
But forgot the aisle for
Actually being aware
But we’re all just scared
Because what if being shown
Means being all alone
Like the man in the suit
Wearing sunglasses
A distinguished look
Putting our carts back
That we just took
The doors close
There’s nowhere to go
And that’s the sad part
Is this place is our home.
