On the stair, 'is there anyone down there?' as if they're going to reply, don't even know why I asked.
In the dead of some night, some might try to find me, some come and behind me, the last of the day filters slowly, some say, 'that's the price I must pay, I find some place I can stay, some place I can play the same game, it's a frame of the mind, a find in the finding of me, a place I can be on the top of the stair, asking, 'is there anyone there'. dare anyone answer? is there someone below who I do not know is there someone down there?
In the dead of some night I am dead and I'm right on the target.