The Lost Souls

The Lost Souls are dancing and crying together,
Not through happiness or Joy.
Tonight they have found somewhere to stay.
A safe place, a haven for an eternity.
Someone said they can just be, they listened
and now they are.

It's our fault they don't fit in with our ideals.
Square pegs for round holes.
It's a sad day for all of those who have already moved on through.
Never able to find their way through this man made cornmaze where logic exists but doesn't apply.

They've latched to an idea, a light in the distance.
Its okay to be you just as you are.
You are the real deal.
We are the liars, the cheats and the vermin who strive to succeed and pretend to be happy while we struggle through our own traps.