Staring at Stairs

Bemused and bored, There was I,
Twiddling thumbs, casting absent-minded stares.
When glancing up, I chanced to spy -
Spiraling upwards, a flight of stairs.

Time was in my hands and curiosity too,
And what with boredom, and energy to spare
I thought to myself, idling wouldn't do,
I should make a move, than sit and stare.

So up I went, one step at a time,
Pausing a while, sometimes a lazy trot,
On what appeared to be, a nice fun climb
Till I was up there, at the very top.

And all that I really had in mind,
Was to look downwards, in smug satisfaction.
From the room at the top, where I would unwind,
Spending lazy time, in lazier procrastination.

But I had been taken, I found, for a ride.
No room was there but a one way door -
Opening to newer stairs, a steeper flight
And there was no way, down to the ground floor.

Glancing once more at the downward climb,
Through the glass door, now closed for me -
I stopped to say, for one more time
To all that lay behind - arrivederci


~ Daneel Olivaw ~