The Steps I Climb

The steps I climb, they lead somewhere

Somewhere from no where, I climb

I start counting them at 7, stop at 78

Alone I climb, not alone, but alone, I climb

The stairs keep going and I keep climbing

Looking for the one constant in those steps

I am the one constant. I keep climbing

They begin to reveal themselves at 75

They are becoming old and weathered

They are revealing their secrets, the old concrete

It is cracking under the weight of the weather

The old steps are decaying and the steps will fall

I reach 78. The stairs crumble under my footsteps

I step onto a platform safely and there is a door

"Come thru", says the sign on the door and I do

The stairs crumble and the pillars fall

And I begin the climb again on the other side of the door.