Dancing Along Poem by Ghost Legend

In my dreams I see all their faces:
Those who left, those who stayed here.
I don't want to spend all my days here.
I don't want to run all of my nights here.

In the dreams, I'm an audience member;
They sit on me like if I am not there.
Timberlake performs to a standing ovation.
Children dance as if they have something.

There's no one seated behind us at all.
I suppose that's supposed to mean something.
I ask Guillermo where we're going, if we can go now;
He says not until you talk to Carmen.

I've already spoken too many times to that woman;
I can't compromise my values to move on.
Is that why I'm stuck? Is that why I'm stuck?
The smiling teachers subtly shift their jackets,

Dancing along.