The sign on the door says “Closed”
But there’s a gentle lady inside
Through tinted and bared windows seen
Labels and colors attempt to hide…
But inevitably she still shows

Staring distantly from her post
Upon the linoleum seems her escape
What she’s dreaming, is unknown
But her glow can’t be replaced…
Joy from what her mind is playing host

From something farther than aisle five
Responsible for her simple illumination
That impervious grin cannot be reclaimed
A piece molded for her in creation…
This ordinary ember keeps her fire alive

The sign on the door says “Closed”
But it swung open anyway
Claiming all within his reach
There could be no brighter day...
He looked beyond what the sign showed



Wonderin if y'all can figure out what this is really about... it's pretty simple, but lemmie know