You walk past the imposing front doors
Before noticing the names of the towering aisles
Marked your past, present and future.
You are shopping for an Answer,
Your cart filled to the brim with
Pears, past nightmares, butter and nostalgia.
Striding to the frozen foods,
You notice glass doors
Are foggy windows into the past.
Should you scrape away the frost?
Or will you walk away,
Hoping that nobody does?
Hope that no one finds your mistakes
Behind the frozen waffles,
Or your flaws adjacent to rock hard peas.
Is full of friends and family,
Of favorite things and hobbies.
Your friends eyes are green grapes,
Your mother's hair spaghetti,
Your lover's lips halved strawberries.
Finally you reach your future,
That took a life time to get to.
Curiosity pushes you forward.
The aisle is full of emptiness,
Your disappointment is as bitter as a lemon.
At the end is a concealing curtain.
The black velvet greets your hand as you push it aside,
Behind the curtain is your future,
Behind the curtain is your answer.
Your face is reflected back,
You are your future.