I'm surrounded by stores from inside and out
and frightened by one when all are in doubt.
Depressed by no money seeing items for sale,
while wanting for everything slowly going stale.
Soon I'll be shopping for groceries again
feeling hypocrisy's end,
while spending my budget all at once
and knowing that death comes again.
New given money will blind me
raising my feelings and stall.
Falling will send me out spending
While looking for dreams forsakes all.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod