Staircase

Life is like a staircase,

We start at the bottom, unable to climb.

Soon when able, we are completely blind,

As able to see, but too naive for a path to find.

When the vision becomes clear, when the true stairs appear,

We fear our sight, we feel soar, unable to fight.

Thought we'll climb, with an experienced source,

Though we cry, we are never forced.

Soon when able to stand on ourselves,

We forget our path, our bleak vision;

Soon we crumble, we're weak,

Taking the easy, forgetting the mission.

However, always we stand back again,

This time with the will to finish the staircase;

We force ourselves through the misery, through the fear,

We climb with stability through the wear and tear.

As the top approaches near, so does our underlying fear,

For we start imagining the end, for we start asking, “When?"

However, in all the panic, all the rage, we forget-

The Best views are from the end.