What is it about stairs? Walking down is Done reluctantly But walking up is done Gleefully.
Walking down Flights of stairs Feels like Walking into A solitary nightmare.
Walking up Flights of stairs Feels like an escape Into relief, It’s like walking Into the light, Feeling light Like a leaf, Walking into A door to the skies Were the clouds Like soft beds Give comfort.
One can look below At tiny dots of Life, going and going, Wind blowing People screaming, Chaos and serenity Almost battling each Other to maintain unity.
From above, There is much to see, Much to feel And time to heal. But eventually high Will inevitably Lead to a low And one must return To the show.
One must walk Down a flight of stairs And face their fears.