There are some people in this world
who like to climb ladders.
The ladders that take you to
the parties,
and to the boats, and to the
social event of the night

There are some people in this world
who are thrown onto the ladders.
We are the people
who fly on the dance floor,
who sleep out of want,
not necessity,
and are often confused with sadness,
loneliness,
depression.
Only because our absence is noted

So that the next time we feel like climbing that ladder
It has suddenly disappeared.
Absent.
and that dance floor
that you once flew on
is suddenly crowded with people on stilts,
too tall to dance with,
and uninterested in things under
them.

But I don't want that ******* ladder.
The only climbing I want to do is with my babe,
on fake colored rocks in overcrowded gyms
I want to climb up that wall
harnessed onto you
Not hanging on your hip,
or holding on your arm
climbing to a never ending plateau,
just trying to keep up with our friends

I want to dance on that dance floor with you and
laugh at the people above us
trying to balance on their oh so fragile stilts
that they worked so hard to get
While we continue to love each other
so fiercely
that we end up higher than they
could ever be