Posing Holy

A sugar scented sinful message

That everyone saw through

Now subterfuge and Manhattan blues

Seem to dictate my mood

I've counted blessings while confessing

I have some to spare

Beg or borrow, swallow sorrow

I have come prepared

It's a rite of passage

It's a torch to carry

When you feel the damage

And it's extraordinary

The oscillating toll it's taking on everyone involved

We'll find connections through extensions to not feel so alone

It's an initiation conducted at bedside

To a steady beat to help keep time

We're all focused on holding onto all that we have got

While we're drifting slowly and and posing holy for all that we are not

I've counted blessing while confessing

I have some to spare

Beg or borrow, swallow sorrow

I have come prepared