The running remains confused,

So many questions remain about the self-esteem of human nature

Assigning himself a trick bag,

Giving the middle finger to the breaking point,

Counter to previous conclusions previously gathered

Borrowed time, still owe,

Thinking of the barrier that promises not absolution, only understanding

Agents of benign containment perpetuating an emaciated, flat nature,

Their arrogance muffled only by public failure

Throughout we maintain a keen awareness of our own fragility of stature,

Some closer to the axe than they intended