Where will this staircase lead me to?
Should I climb the steps, in shadowed light?
I hesitate, observe the flight
Perhaps I should take the door instead
No, I think I should listen to my head
And take neither the stairs nor passageway
We’ll wait between them, my pet, all day
Pass the time, while we’re kept down here
Nothing, you see, is perfectly clear
Waiting around, flanked by indigo beams
Locked in the caverns, of dungeonous dreams
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