Soul

The cold floor receives the steps of the awkward,
The tremulous, those hesitant to explore.

Best to wait, they think, best
To follow the unencumbered souls,
Those taken to rush off, not saying
Goodbye.

Better think of reasons to be here,
Better to close your eyes, seem asleep
Like the others who have no
Daydreams.

Catalogs announce exciting prospects,
Use words like missiles, hoping
You will grab on and rocket
To the future, all smiles.

Best to wait, not tucking in your flannel
Shirt, not wiping your eyes,
Not wondering at all.

The system works, it will
Deposit you somewhere,
Just wait.