I find it hard to sit.
Thoughtless, apathetic.
Surrounded by fallacies and pointless ****.

I find it hard to stand.
Busy but never looking.
Engulfed by the preys and glories of a false plan.

I find it hard to stay idle.
Furloughed, and in hibernation.
Swayed by the indirect emphasis of the untrue idol

I find it hard to lay down.
Destroyed through depression.
Kicked below and wearing the most soiled of gowns.

I rise to accept
That all is not well and that these hands will work and bring balance again

I rise because action
Is all that we have and these demons will close in unless faith and courage combine to ascend.

We all have wings. We all are angels. Take flight.
If you should fail,  
Take flight more than once to find the soul whose protection,your presence, was meant for.