There's a ladder,
To fall from heights,
There's a pit,
Dark, in shallow light.
There's the rope
To climb or to survive
There's the knife
To build or to die
There's a stone
Under it, all is crushed
There's the water
Quiet, unnervingly hush
There's the light
For it bears a seeker and eyes
There's the dark
You can't leave, don't try
There's me
And then there's you
you, you are beckoning of it
The trust, The fall, The sound
And everything in it
So give me your hand
And let us escape without pain
The part of our journey
Is arguably its very end