Stairway to Nowhere
I left myself upstairs.
I've been falling down, down, down.
Stumbling.
Tripping.
Slipping.
What if it's already beautiful,
down here.
What if ever since the beginning,
I never was.
I never am.
I never will be.
And I can only become,
just another stranger.
Where will I go,
from nowhere?
