I'm climbing up the endless staircase,
wondering where it'll take me.
I'm climbing up and up,
not stopping,
I can never stop,
I have to keep going.
I'm out of breath,
but I can't stop,
I can never stop.
To think,
what is up there?
I have to keep going.
I'm listening,
wondering what is up there.
I can't hear anything,
just the sound of the wind,
brushing the trees,
and the creaks of the stairs when I step on each step.
I wonder,
if maybe your waiting for me,
at the top of these stairs,
if your waiting,
suprising me.
But,
the truth is,
I know your not.
You were never waiting for me.
I wonder,
what's at the top of these stairs,
and I keep climbing,
never stopping,
never ending.
What's at the top of these stairs,
what's up there,
waiting for me?
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Comments
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Beautifully Written!
I almost felt out of breath as I was reading this I like how you organized your lines! Very clever its like climbing up the stairs. I love the lines:
"I'm out of breath,
but I can't stop,
I can never stop."
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