Randomness

There is a city light shining
Brightly down on them tonight
They sit down beneath it
While their tasks are aligning
Their minds are deciding

Tt keeps them going
They stay awake late at night
They enjoy working in these buildings
It is in thier blood flowing
Their business is lonely

Staring out there at the concrete
It is pale blue and grey
This takes all their heart and soul
It takes from those who know them
In many degrees

The decision is in left field
strangely enough the field is theirs
Never mind what i think of it
The trade gods have everything sealed
As their future is concealed