Deprived of mental stimulation, inner motivation,
they wander streets, disembodied remnants of
humanity, gazing into illuminated windows, haunted
by superfluous trinkets beyond their budget.
Walking contradictions dressed in this month’s
deceptions, clutching momentary values, mouthing
tales of Love, Excitement, Fervour, Friendship, Hope:
all these words orbiting whimsical vanities,
painted facades of substance, betrayed by
a feeling that grows with each futile purchase,
each desperate grasp to find purpose
in meaningless baubles. Two choices are apparent:
acknowledge the emptiness, reveal the pretence,
allow the bubble to burst. Or, go back.
Put that new craving on the credit card.