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Towering giants Unstable Slippery footing Sharp edges Glass too thin Handrail too low Goodness, my legs are trembling Cowering Clutching Struggling To gain control Over breaths Look normal... *Meeting up In a multistorey Mall Looking for mum In the building Escelators Escelators Everywhere She's probably At that shop At the very Top Up we go, On them escalators A long long way to go Heights Tremors Just look up No, That's the ceiling Just look straight At your feet Keep breathing Hold on Up we go Up we go Endless flights Of escalators Till the final one is passed Safe on solid ground I look around Left and right Up and down There she is: Right at the bottom floor This is a mockery The same way I came The same way I went Setting my sights On my slow moving Target The way up was hard; The way down was worse. So high up Off the ground So close up To the ceiling Grasping tightly Nowhere to look But down Down Down Swaying Trembling Feeling like Falling The edges will do Or just simply forwards Eyes squeezed Tightly shut The world spins How I wish I could Sit The long arduous journey Finally ending, A leap too early And we end up Free falling* It might not Have been real But the risk Is there Still And the terror Exists
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Escalators and Me
Towering giants Unstable Slippery footing Sharp edges Glass too thin Handrail too low Goodness, my legs are trembling Cowering Clutching Struggling To gain control Over breaths Look normal... *Meeting up In a multistorey Mall Looking for mum In the building Escelators Escelators Everywhere She's probably At that shop At the very Top Up we go, On them escalators A long long way to go Heights Tremors Just look up No, That's the ceiling Just look straight At your feet Keep breathing Hold on Up we go Up we go Endless flights Of escalators Till the final one is passed Safe on solid ground I look around Left and right Up and down There she is: Right at the bottom floor This is a mockery The same way I came The same way I went Setting my sights On my slow moving Target The way up was hard; The way down was worse. So high up Off the ground So close up To the ceiling Grasping tightly Nowhere to look But down Down Down Swaying Trembling Feeling like Falling The edges will do Or just simply forwards Eyes squeezed Tightly shut The world spins How I wish I could Sit The long arduous journey Finally ending, A leap too early And we end up Free falling* It might not Have been real But the risk Is there Still And the terror Exists
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
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