sleepwalkers

you have to understand that i'm not this miraculous guide i'm painted up to be. i don't ferry their souls across the river. did i ever? no, i just see them wandering, eyes forward, mouth agape, minds vacant like an old motel. sometimes all it takes is a tap on the shoulder, and sometimes it requires a ten foot tall flashing neon sign declaring "Jesus Saves!"...
the truth is i don't know where this is anymore. before, i could direct them somewhere. now it seems the world fits in a shoebox and they just end up back here. and that's the big problem. our shoebox is becoming crowded. the sleepwalkers pace the streets all night.