shopping mall

You can't find your place here;

its too easy to get lost

among the forest

of roads,

cars passing by

filled with people,

a river of life dries up

as industry sets in,

making way

for fields of

shopping districts

and excuses

for unhappiness;

the rearview mirror

is clouded with smoke,

ghosts

of a past never defined

by our history books,

but lived

by the brave

who live longer than their stories,

casting themselves

to the wind,

not losing their place,

but solid,

immovable as sand.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster