Who is adoring and who is not
assuming life is paper mache
and death is the final echo,
listening to the rainfall.

But life is busy,
yet, we need more
and cannot pass up hope,
keeping score.

There has to be a reason
for a recurring voice
and temptations,
if not a spoof.

When sleepers fail to open their eyes
and dreams have come to a demise,
who is adoring and who is not,
assuming life is paper mache.