Shut

We are not going to sell Dreams anymore,
Shutting down the shop forever.
Everyone seems to just window-shop,
Nobody ever wants to buy.

They have been rotting for quite a long time.
They complain often.
They are sick of it.

There was an artificial twinkling light all over the shop,
Fancy glitter spread all over the stacks of Dreams.

People will scrape to find the walls, the windows,
But there will be none.
This shop is shut forever.
It is going be chaotic, but we will face it now.