A hand proffered in numbers and lines
Awaiting in constructed utopias to mine
To dance along the pathways of another’s mind
As music plays the distant echo of fines

All classes inside the ballroom mill
Like moths to bright fire
Sharing in common desires
Trust in power to their fill

In decisions to face
Inconsequential imperfections to embrace
Stepping stones either lead
Up to victory or down defeat

Building faith in partners and creed
To stumble along paths littered with greed
An adventure on loan, safely at home
To fulfill a yearning for something unknown