Seeing drab supermarkets like no other, with creative lenses

Looking at those same dreary aisels through pastel, cleanes

This landscape and shop of steel and glass, melts my misery

Through it, every human story walks in and checks out

And through each laugh or petty frustration, inspiration sprouts


Not to an ultimate truth or meaning, but something better:

We’re all insolvents here, but we can live as more than debters

Seeing feelings and souls through each other’s doe eyes,

There might be more to our knotty, difficult lives

Nothing deep or complicated, just something to help us be

A little less frustrated


And it’s through this camera, one rooted in heart

We record our basic nature, until we all part


Beneath all the garbage, written on paper and plastic wrappings

One can see what sustains us, beneath all their trappings
It’s nothing special, just life in a market

Where we blend our existence with a strange machine

But between the wheels and the grind we can still live through our dreams


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