Checking Out

Checking Out

I stand in line, my cash in hand
My eyes flicker from stand to stand
  Swollen breast, pumped up chest
Financial plans, futures best

I step aside, my cash in hand
Alone here in this foreign land
Strobing light, sudden night
Eyes fastened shut, trembling flight

I pant outside, no purchase made
Just one thought I cannot dissuade
Flashing near, hopeful fear
I just do not belong here...


We all check out, one way or another.

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