You've been standing in front of the stairs,
now you're already holding a cigar.
There's a common feeling that everyone shares
and you never know how high the stairs are.
You were already on the first step naturally,
still not knowing what you can bare,
you were seeing everything so liberally,
you could change it, if only you would dare.
You were already in the first hall,
didn't know where to begin,
you had no idea how fast you can fall
so you carelessly started to spin.
When did you realize that you're in?
Still not knowing about the light.
Did you feel it deep within,
that something was not right?
Now you could feel the new wave,
the one that no one can scent,
you were in an unknown cave
and you started to resent.
You didn't know for surely
if you have to be frightened.
Why is it so early,
are you damned or brightened?
Now you're standing on your feet,
you feel everyone's fresh sting,
you know you have crossed the street
but still there is one more thing...