Respect for the path,

For the history,

For the mansion,

Built brick by brick,

For the thrones,

And for the not quite thrones,

That individuals have earned,

Its hiding, I know,

The wealth of what you've built.

Whispers call out,

Echoing its existence,

Much desire for it,

In this place, in this world,

But the demarcation point,

Its clear.

The value of it,

Already measured.

Maybe further down the road,

It can be afforded.

Maybe if you were generous,

You could have a piece of it.

A reflection of something beautiful.

Respect.

It’s a long road.

You’ve made it here.

Respect.

For the journey ahead.