Running through motions
Now I stopped running
Now I stopped pushing
There was never pull

We stood when I stood
Walked when I walked
Tripped when I sprinted
Stalled now I have stalled

Twice I saw an angel
Yet not once offered
Once I heard the heavens
Yet not since offered

By rote now my days
Routinely settled
Spontaneity my vain ideal
Lost when not mirrored

The temple is leaning
From too much push
From too little pull
A stall prevents the topple

Running through motions now
I stopped
And by rote
The days come