Portrait

We hear the footsteps

On the stairs 

Our instinct is to run 

All just a race 

Circling the planet 

We have a plan 

Our bones bent

Like a timepiece 

We have lost control 

Stubborn as a rock 

Empty threats 

We will play

Our part 

A picture 

A portrait 

All is upside down 

Magical as snow 

Slippery as rain 

Today we will rest 

Watch ourselves 

In the mirror 

Wipe away the tears 

All will be well 

We hope.