Frozen Food Centre

On the cheap land out by the reservoir

Near where the airport stretches out

The past is an island you tried to escape from

All the ghouls ten years your senior

Ghosts in the aisles of the frozen food centre

Hands in the drizzle reach out and touch you

All the signs point the same way

All the lives banged into shape

Take all your friends, go the same places

I am seven years old and accompanied by my mother

Got called to discuss my violent behaviour

Over the bridge that my classmate fell from

The new road curves, gentle and featureless

Identical houses cluster together

Your old talents distant, but still out there

All the signs point the same way

All the lives banged into shape

Take all your friends, go the same places

The spaces between things grow ever bigger

Faces in puddles, reflecting forever

Under bright white lights, we do what we have to