I walk upon a winding staircase

Wrought with brazen points of view

Listen and I’ll surely stumble.

Feeble’s he who thought he “knew”.

With awareness of naiv’ty

Comes a curving of the rungs

One misstep...”I’m done!”, I mumble,

Nescient to my own false tongue.

“Don’t give in!”, I hear you calling,

“—Lest you cause your own descent”

I stagger up and grasp the railing,

Glad my downfall to prevent.

As I continue up this stairway

Where opinions come in scores

I’ll change each stumble to a segue

Sure the voice of truth is yours.