Dots on a drawing board

Just like tiny dots on a drawing board, but each moving around using a vocal chord

Some are happy yet some are not, trying to cope with what they’ve got

 Living isn’t easy it’s a routined rat race, toing and froing betwixt our planet’s big space

Our world is enormous,far-reaching and far-flung, with an ever growing population of newly born young

Yet 7.8 billion of us get around on our globe, stood on a spinning spiral like a minute microbe

 We traverse here and there and everywhere, on earth’s ground and through it’s air

 But just like buzzy bees in a honeycomb, we will wander off then come back home

Each and every one of us busy doing our thing, like a man on a mission or a bird on the wing

They say that life is for living so that is exactly what we do, until we meet our maker when he eradicates you

 So until that dreaded day when the Lord shall call, we learn from our mistakes amidst the rise and fall

 Some of us prefer company yet others go it alone, most of us are infamous but then there’s the well-known