Wooded creaks and winds
Defying the standpoint of time
In every living dwelling
Even those long abandoned yet telling
The staircase leads up and down
Liminal space for another dimension
Different levels of apprehension
Rising falling in between
In every metaphor, so obscene
The staircase goes up and down
Blocked by doors banisters and “DO NOT ENTER” signs
Fun to climb while high
Hushed conversations about hushed things
Rushed escalations for rushed destinies
The staircase heads up and down
How do I know what I am?
Everything is new and I’m in a jam
Hear the lake tides and waves
Read a book to keep off anxieties Stave
The staircase moves up and down
Staircase to heaven we hear
With one friend by the lake I lear
Discussions of Dante and company
For now this one girl is enough for me
The staircase runs up and down
Down with a group, closer than ever
In high-school I could never
Stepping into a new life where I’m appreciated
Using old jokes as ammunition
The staircase builds up and down
Once more, on those steps,
The stone fits with the stoner vibe and reps
Same lake, after its been frozen over
With y'all, I’m luckier than a four leaf clover
And the staircase comes closer and closer
Ascending things I never imagined
Curiosity’s itch from toddler years happened
Wanting to touch the hidden parts of museums
Moving up my life's colosseum
Will I be a fighter or a watcher?
Will I keep these various friends made on the stairwell forever?
Hollering dumb things across the water
Heart skipping when someone slides down the banister
A two story house for subplots in the making
Heels on my feet inhibiting my climb and at my achilles raking
A toothache from when I fell up from the basement
Sensitive teeth just like me
The mahogany banister an artery to my heart, spins round
And the stairs lead up and down
