I see ghosts on city streets
Staring at their reflections
They can’t see to their own feet
Got limited connection.
I see ghosts on subway trains
Slinging mud at dots
Deciding who they think’s to blame
To like or to like not.
I see ghosts in cafes too
Faces spectral white
They’re wired up with cold brew
They don’t sleep at night.
They used to be of this place
But now they merely haunt it
Figures in a trance-like state
I say: heed their warning.