The days irk by
feeling like a contortionist
the week flirts bye
hiding amongst the whorish months

Struggling to maintain
or hold onto every second
trying hard to contain
or harness every lesson

Dabbling in life matters
walking the narrow path to zion
rambling on still faster
tampering with the notion of messiah

We all falter, grow, and contribute
knowingly or unwittingly
chained to the statue,
an anchor named Humanity