Automatic Doors

Who are you, and what do you believe?

You talk to yourself and disagree

When you make up your mind

Who will you be?

Another failure to respond

A nervous fascination for the beyond

The answer you hear is not the one that you want

Your coffin is nailed but it’s never your fault

Good boy, good bye

You know…

Automatic doors are closing

You can see the people behind them

And the story’s same as always

It’s strange for me

To hear you say

You’re contemplating

Walking away

…through a disparate mosaic of produce

The aisles lead in one direction…

Now the steel in your eyes is beginning to rust

There’s a tombstone inscription declaring you dust

Good luck, my love

… behind the drip of the chiller unit

The shrill beep of the scanner

The arguments of families and screams of children

I hear the form of you…

Same as always