Writing poems and putting them on the shelf. Unlocking chapters that overwhelm. Climbing up stairs to a new start. Only to find out that the stairs fall apart. Back at where I began.
Maybe I should've ran.
Stacking up books to make the stairs. Finding keys, finding doors. Unlocking those doors and seeing stuff that wasn't there before.
Ah! Oh... Armor? Hm, maybe I should wear it when I go up the stairs!
Ooh the boots come in pairs!
Up we go, running up the stairs. Almost there! Right... there! I began to twist and turn then fall. Tumbling down those old book stairs.
Maybe the armor was weighing me down. Here we go again.
Stacking up books to make the stairs. Finding keys, finding do-... The door isn't there!
Looking up those old book stairs. Feeling glum on how to get up there. I turn to see a note. I grab it and read it aloud...
"Maybe you should try going back to the other side. Where you were before this mess. Please don't be in distress. Overcome the past, maybe you'll be fine at last."
I understand what I have to do.
I put back the book on the shelf. Maybe I need to find something more for myself.
Next book!
