I thought I walked over the skyway, slow, too slow,
I danced and laughed, again laughed.
Looked down a bit, but just saw feet; just a couple, ah mine.
I thought I might see other heads below, but still..

I heard the screams, ah not mine anymore, who cares?
I thought I laughed and laughed till the end.
Ah, I was too optimistic, oh have you been?
The man asked; I danced and laughed again!

He stared, puzzled, and breathed but did not yawn(lucky me?).
Reflective eyes are now wide open, yes they are.
Do I see me weeping and weeping, like for real?
Much more to come, his whispers are widespread!!

Crawling the trashy underway, fast, as to surpass my death,
I  kept wiping my tears; again and again,
Looked up a bit; I still see feet, now many of them.

I thought I was thinking, like for real, you bet?
The man stared, enough is enough, ah well,
I hear the laughter, still not mine, but it echoes forever.
It matters now, much beyond the feet above my head.