Standing in the middle of the crowded room,
I look around at all the glossy eyes and rosy cheeks
floating over ***** smiles, brought about by the spirits
in the cups with which they choose to drown their days.

I look around at all the glossy eyes and ruby faces
as they stare in astonishment at the lifeless lips
of the friend that chose to cherish the days
filled with happiness.

I stare in wonder at the plump lips
of the man who is present in all my days
as he fills them with artificial happiness.
We’re miles away and only inches apart.

The people present in all my life
float along wearing broken smiles because they’re supposed to.
I’m always miles away when I’m inches apart,
standing in the midst of the crowded world.