There’s a pizza crust in the parking lot

And a black bird with a new batch of friends

The engine’s off, my seatbelt’s still on

Gathering up the energy to go in

There’s a shopping cart, in the 4 o’clock sun

Telling the light where to land

Fingers back and forth between the steering wheel and the seat

I wish that cart could talk to my hands

I know where to go, I don’t know how

I am just a shadow trying to get off the ground

Grocery store greeter, bright yellow vest so you can see her

Waiting to be hospitable

I do my best to reciprocate and fake a frugal smile

I’m not sure who’s more uncomfortable

The produce is impossible, can’t make decisions on a good day

What am I supposed to do now

All these artificial people, in this artificial light

Hell I don’t feel like myself anyhow

I know where to go, I don’t know how

I am just a shadow trying to get off the ground

I see myself, in the freezer door glass

I see myself in what’s behind it

Suspended on a shelf, waiting to expire

Or be brought back to life

There’s a tap on my shoulder, a concerned voice in my ear

“Is there something I can help you find?”

I guess I look confused, or a little bit lost

Or maybe it’s just how I look in this light

I know where to go, I don’t know how

I am just a shadow trying to get off the ground