As we live through our cycle in time,

hopeful just where we will land.

We are a temporary person of interest,

enduring life, dancing like individuals.

Somewhere just out of our reach,

a marionette’s string in their hands

helps determine our own paths.

We may not have a chosen route,

only following admirers of peace.

Honor will sometimes be heard by

the symbolic nature of certainty.

We do live a life capable of kindness,

let the dwellers feel a part of Grace.

We are a dependent people caught

in all the golden tiles of a conceit.

Where does the moment become,

when our floors might know love.