The Solid Steps

I'm not off,
But of normal sense.
Ready not to use it.
Poised to forestall
The solid steps.

I should shift
But I simply shan't.
Gavel of the lessons
Pounds to head down
The solid steps.

Scale, it tips to bother
As it thwarts a brother,
Keeps him from his druthers
And drags him to the cellar.

There, his seal is threatened.
Now he'll never punch it.
That which he would rather
Met the destined fetter.

Bred to thrive,
And/or get it right.
Armed to clock the progress.
Formed pedals for
The solid steps.

--Keddiz