Paranoia In the Mall

Drinking black coffee, looking at real people go past Sitting on my usual seat, as they morph into drones Pushing shopping trolleys, in a semi-focused trance Always one step ahead, we occupy alternate time zones All shapes and sizes, yet behaving in a hive mind I’m an aloof intruder, detached from their trudge, the coffee tastes good, much better than my guilt These people are programmed, I do not begrudge Still so many go past, inexorably they just won’t stop With Invisible purpose, that can never be fulfilled, The collective has left me behind, no I bailed out Observing my past life, a sham pariah who lost the will This procession is for me, a paranoid induced outcast Paid for my coffee, the show was completely free I’ve had my fill, back into the dreaded shopping mall Will I be able to blend in, ever try hide a Baobab tree By David Kavanagh