Seated, we fly
peering at the sky
through a windowless soul
all the while

Dancing, we dream
hearing the melodies
of an endless memory
wrapped in denial

Standing, we swim
fearing lonesome nights
in the iron jungle
of hidden smiles

Walking, we die
feeling nothing inside
on a boardwalk
in style

Hoping, we abandon
a childhood tasted
for the prosperity gained
in a world on fire