Universal entropy,
masking it’s plan
Perceivable good and
evil, much more than so
A light waiting to be shone
beyond which we can ever comprehend
Camouflaged, patient;
wickedness one day proving itself
God’s rippling gift
And yet, the present seems bleak,
The great unknown rests
behind a curtain,
even to you
Keeping us suspended
above countless destinies below,
those realities flickering like traffic from
a private city rooftop
Our actions,
for an audience we are unaware exist
So not for naught,
do indulgences befall
Some good can come of our mistakes,
even if it's to faces we'll never know