• We stand here against a pale sky
    Wishing only that we could fly
    Soar like eagles, skimming the clouds.

    We stand here on the cold ground
    Wishing only that we could burrow
    Digging like moles, we leave our mounds.

    We stand here beneath the stars
    Wishing we could understand
    What makes our lives so condensed
    But our imagination so bold.