Walking heel to toe
With the strangers around
Confused by the awkwardness
Of familiar ground
Lost in the blank stares
Of a blind man’s eyes
Deafened by ignorance
To a poor child’s cries
Mind in the clouds
But your face is eye level
Awake just in time
To shake hands with the devil
Bargaining a price
As you sell your soul
Don’t care what you lose
As long as your pockets are full.