As we are walking Some run past Some are way behind Coming in last. Complicated lives Stressful throughout time Castaways from the heavens Diabolical farce in the mind. We try to meaningful In durations, steps of motion The level trying to achieve Makes a strange commotion. Knows of unwilling insights Weeps, look fine Demeaning of the sad and lost With their tricks and lines. Speaks with unnamed words The body is in a fit Manifested and corrupted Under all, we sit.