Souls

I see they are everywhere
Floating around in the space
Looking for their safe spot
The many lost souls of the city

All have a face on
Preaching this way is the best
Ignoring the signs
Too worried about their face

Sometimes they’re hooked
Gazing amazed at someone
Hoping it’s a vision of truth
The entry point to the future they dream about

Then the old ways kick in
Repetitive motions to maintain
The shelter that is known
New things are too much

And so they float
Saying goodbye to the new
The used too altitude is home
To the lost souls of the city