Rise
I stand in a staircase
No windows, no lights
Only up or down are my choices in life.
Neither is not an option, no not anymore
When stalling leads to sinking, I must go to explore.
From below I hear a siren's song, tempting me to do wrong
But echos fall on death ears as I continue up along.
My body's weary and my mind is broken,
But I know each step shall see me closer to my goal
For the clock within refuses to wind down
Thud, Thud, Thudding
Until the only place I can look is down.
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