Am I to forever run in the endless staircase
That so many of us call life?
The one with no railings
And wraps around an invisible pole,
Making each movement so stressful.
Each step colors from blinding white
To dull blues, yellows, reds, pinks,
And the neon versions of them.
Some even sing songs of optimism
While others bellow heavy tunes of gray.
Am I destined to always have to look down
When I’m tired of going up and think,
“I’m exhausted so what if i just.. fall. Yet,
I simply cannot after such dedication,”?
The stairs behind me fade away,
I’d be so easy to lean back and forget.
Am I fated to evermore stare up
In search of an end that doesn’t exist
At the time?
To look for the top everyone
Tries and tries to reach,
But no one is ever successful in.
Because the top doesn’t exist
And stair steps only appear once
A foot is placed down.
So for the time being,
I’ll take a step and then another one
As I stare off into
What I can only imagine is
The light of my staircase.