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've some to spare

Beg or borrow

Swallow sorrow

I've come prepared

It's a right of passage

It's a torch to carry

When you feel that 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 posing holy

For all that we are not

I've counted blessings while confessing

I've some to spare

Beg or borrow

Swallow sorrow

I've come prepared