passingthru

This country is divided but at least all our service stations look the same

Walking parallel through sliding doors into an assault course of bright lights and linoleum floors

Here, we are right in the middle of the inbetween

The high grade frequency of overstimulation, bouncing through phone screens and

Fruit machines, KFC

Kids sliding around in onesies

The service station renegades

Here, I could be anyone

Heartbroken

Disgraced

On the run

We all look different when we're just passing through

A voice beams down from the moon

The coordinates to happiness, the hope amongst the gloom

Andromeda southbound

Out here we could be anyone

Out here we can be new