We spin in a careful intricacy
Over the heathery earth
Dodging holes that could bring us down
And avoiding flaming leaves.
The birds watch us as we sing
Who call us by name for us to return
Yet we ignore their scarlet calls
And dance to flutes of over own.
We dance in our game of acceptance
Beckoning our foes to join
As our friends try to follow
Mimicking, yet not perfect in our pattern.
We stroke cobwebs and wings
Lace and tears
But we come out on top
And we continue to walk
Our bare feet hardly touch the ground
As our hair catches the clouds
Thorns may cut our feet
Yet we still fly.
Though our ideas collide
And our thoughts conflict
We dance upon this empty field
You , I, and whoever will join.