Leaving

The stairs have stopped tiring me. I look down from the top to see, The years that I have climbed, Scratching scum and often blind, Groping in the dark for a hand Reaching out for a ground to land Snatching vines, I ripped some more Through the fractious, evil lore I bore my footsteps on the stairs The Mother of Vines smirks and snares... 'You think you have untangled enough? You think these vines have lost their gruff? Naive Child, do you have a clue? Where the stairs head into the blue?' I turn away from my triumphant stay Prepare to leave and valiantly foray Into the unknown blue of the night I care not if I had died Along with the vines I ruthlessly chopped My soul too had galloped, Down the stairs to reach the bay Where the past and future play The games of fortune and the games of life I never knew I had to arrive Soilless, soul-less this sojourn I do not have time to mourn About lost loves and careless kisses Suddenly the Mother of Vine hisses 'Stop dreaming and climb the stairs Only then Life would be fair!'.