Stairways That Lead Nowhere
Stairways That Lead Nowhere1 min 274 1 min 274
A child, content in the eyes of father,
Blossoms by the end of a long day
Awaiting for the shades of Youth
To take over in a gentle stride.
Times change, the shoes don't fit
Anymore on the dancing feet
As they prance to and fro
Merrily across the high school streets.
Still further, now the jostling of trains,
And people across the busy stations.
Changes run through the crossroads of fate,
And then habits take over creativity,
So strong... and suddenly too weak
To stand without a walking cane
Standing shivering on the last step of life
Glancing back with a slightly happy face,
Though sadness never ends...
And then the plunge into nothing...
Beginning again as a mortal being–
A child, content in the eyes of the father...