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.
