The way we walk, the way we speak, we show
Our fibre within the complexity of mind,
Reflections deep of light and dark below.
Some gentle hands are patient, warm and kind,
Yet others grasp with greed or twist with hate,
A mortal ebb and flow that fate may not unwind.
With love we build, with wrath we desecrate,
Each step we take can carve or tear apart,
A cursory choice that shapes a future state.
Behaviour’s born from soul or studied art,
Like echoes rippling far beyond our sight
Define the path where morals stand or dart.
So let your deeds be guided by the light,
For actions once released take endless flight.
