They want me
They do not judge me
Nor do they throw me out.
Shopping Malls are my refuge.
They are clean, safe.
Maybe I will find something nice there.
I can indulge my illusions there.
For many today this is indeed their truth.
Or are shopping malls fulfilling some other purpose?
Offering unquestioning refuge?
From the edge to the center of many lives.
Where is your life center?