The Ascension

Dancing, swirling

Through an unending endeavor

Hanging on the slippery slope

Waiting for a quick pull of the lever

Will we fall, land on our feet?

Or spin infinitely into the vast universe

Perpetually echoing a fervent cry

For help to endure the very worst

This world is a hoax of twists and turns

A precarious balance of the unknown

Often murky, nothing is ever as it seems

In this life we so often bemoan

Still we trudge toward the destination

Onward through toils, tears, ice, and snow

Hope invades despite insidious despair

Driving, propelling though the step be slow

Precipitous for all that the end may be

We fight it with instinct borne in the wild

Endurance persists, taking firm root

As though, in this existence, we are beguiled

Beguiled, intrigued, and bewildered

With our many apprehensions

We stumble yet move, dancing forward

To the ultimate precipice of our ascension