A never-ending stairway rises into waking clouds
Where questions spin intoxicatingly
No one sees the hidden mind
Climbing helplessly
Forever seeking answers
It cannot see

There are swirling voices whispering “Why”?
Floating spirits of constant “How”?
Guiding this quest internally
Yet no one sees the hidden mind
Climbing that stairway
Helplessly

Are there windows at the top of the stairs
Where a mind can find freedom
Perhaps look out and all answers see
To stop all these questions
From spinning around
Intoxicatingly