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.