Stairs to the Attic

I decided on that evening that

I was through with sitting still

I stood up and started moving with a childlike fascination

For those doors that don't have locks

And the stairways that were blocked

So I dug through the obstruction

Put my fist around the railing

And each step was far apart

And far away from steps before it

And the air was getting thinner '

Til I couldn't breathe at all

And if I happened to look behind me

There were miles and miles of stairs

Enough so

I couldn't see the doorway

But I knew that it was there

And on the last step

I was dizzy '

Cause there were stairs in all directions

But I found another door

And through the door there was the attic

Without old clothes

Without a ceiling

Everything had opened wide

Into the jaws of something bigger

And suddenly

I saw that

I was Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof

Finally it had found me

The answer the feeling and the truth：

That I'm small

I'm smaller than the smallest fireball.