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
An attempt to explore the implications of the butterfly effect and how our actions as individual, no matter how seemingly random or potentially evil they may be, may inadvertently impact people we'll never meet in some positive way.