Stairs that lead to no special place

Coveted by ivy, moss, and trees

As I glance up to the top of them

I notice someone looking back at me

Eyes of stone, with chiseled lips

Can he be guarding these paces?

Or is it just my state of mind

That leads me to these faces?

The railing beckons me to climb

Pass this realm of rock, asleep

Careful not to make a sound

Up the stairs, I start to creep

Then stop in my tracks along the way

I’m sure that I heard someone say

“The journey is far beyond the stairs
Adventure awaits you, if you dare”

Surely, it’s the whispering wind

That’s driving me insane

For I refuse to believe a rock

Could be calling out my name

 

 

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