STAIRCASE

Topsy and turvy, up they go,

Directing as the time flows

Limitlessly rising round and round,

Accelerating devoid of specimen around

Topsy and turvy, up they go,

Directing as the time flows

Limitlessly rising round and round,

Accelerating devoid of specimen around

The path is yours to travel by,

With a vision followed by course

It's not enough to gaze up the steps,

Instead step upon them, they declare

The trail is the opportunity,

To negate away your futility

But integrity follows the shadow,

For none welcomes a soul who's hollow

Each stair is a stage,

Place to shoot away the rage

With self help and poise,

You could easily let go the off-putting noise

Wise men warned their heirs,

Two possessions are dire for the heart

One is running up the stairs,

Another running down people in your path!