Since when you were born you were on this staircase
Sometimes, you hop and skip down
Sometimes, you walk slowly, taking each step in
Sometimes, you carry a heavy burden
Sometimes, you carry nothing at all.
Sometimes you stumble and fall
And sometimes you get up
Sometimes your stairs are creaky wood
And, Sometimes they are sparkling gold
And when you're at the end.....
There's always another staircase
Again, Again and Again
This poem had a lot of crackhead, hippie, energy, someone really needs to take my chockie milk away from me
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 - ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ
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