Up
Rising one step at a time
Down
Falling gracefully out of line
Up
Getting closer to being alright
Down
Feeling too much weight; I could break
Up
This is too good to be real
Down
Forgetting to read between the lines
Up
Making it all fit together so that each cog moves
Down
One of the pieces was broken, time to tear it all apart
Failing to notice I was several stories up
Not realizing how far I had come
Being thrown from the rooftop skewed my perspective
So for every three steps up, I took one back
I’ve made it to the 13th floor
Most don’t get to roam these halls
Public access denied
But I see apparitions of what has been done
who was at fault
How it was made right
Once they notice my presence they stop their procedures
Waiting for recognition towards completion
So I nod in approval
Of crimes already committed
Open heart surgery
To stop the hurt
No anesthesia, so the patient writhes in pain
But like a hole in the head the pressure is a relieved
A sigh of relief
I’ve seen enough
I don’t need it to be explained
The pain is necessary
And the methods are not to be beheld
I tape off the floor
Scrape off “13” with my teeth
I don’t plan on passing by here again
I will continue
Going up, up, up
And then down
But 3 minus 1 is still 2
Someday I’ll see you at the top
And we’ll see who falls down
Because there is quite a difference between standing and climbing
Unlike you, my muscles have not had a chance to atrophy
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