I saw an escalator to the brightest stars –
But its flow seemed so dauntingly swift that I would fly off and be hurt,
So I kept my eyes glued to the pavement and walked along the dusty road.
I saw a stairway up the highest mountain –
But when I reached the bottom with arms outstretched above my head,
My fingers barely brushed the edge of its first step,
So I kept my eyes glued to the gravel and jogged along the dusty road.
I saw a rope ladder hanging from the tallest tree –
But it danced and swayed in the wind,
Jerking the ladder away from my grasp and leaving my fists to close on empty air,
So I kept my eyes glued to the dirt and ran along the dusty road.
I could have pushed the limits of my strength and held fast to the escalator;
I could have pushed the limits of my height and stretched tall to pull myself up the staircase;
I could have pushed the limits of my endurance and with burning muscles scaled the rope ladder.
But I passed all of them by, so I continue to sprint along the dusty road
Winding down, down, down into the valley,
Though each step sends shooting pangs anew;
Glancing back at the multitude of escalators I never saw before,
I keep hurtling on, one foot in front of the other,
The heavy weight hanging on my heart working its gravity.