Have you ever seen him walking down the street
the way he stares up at the sky, the way he looks down at his feet
he’s just a lost soul, tumbling through the dimensions of his needs
he’s just a lost soul, with no food for his thoughts to eat
they say it’s all coming to an end, his lifeless mind that is
but he’s just a lost soul, all he needs is that righteous path to seek
into the world he falls face first, not knowing why he can’t just be
just be a Michael Phelps, in this pool of sharks you see
the ones who betrayed him, the ones who always chose the greed
he’s just a lost soul, riding through the storms of the sea
in a little paddle boat,
built by his imagination of the mindless thoughts that be
he’s just a lost soul, fighting for all that he can see
he’s just a lost soul, hoping to free all that he can free.