I'm standing on an invisible staircase,
A wiggly-wobbly staircase.
I try to stand still,
But to stay on my feet I must move.
Sometimes I climb up the staircase;
Sometimes I fall down the staircase;
Sometimes I'm pushed down the staircase.
I meet friends and family and foe here;
I play, work, and learn here.
Sometimes I think that it's blue;
As blue as ocean, sky and tears.
Sometimes I think it's red;
Angry and passionate; uncontrollably fierce.
Sometimes I think that it's yellow;
Like the sun, bubbling over with happiness.
Sometimes I think it's white, and calm,
And sometimes black as death.
I feel on this staircase;
I feel everything.
I feel for me; I feel for you.
I feel confused about what I should do.
I cry here; I lie here;
I pray and testify here.
I eat here; I sleep here;
My friends and I meet and greet here.
Do you feel like you're on a staircase?
I'm on an imaginary staircase.
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