Roving through the days

And I fell flat on my face

Nothing you can say

Can make me feel out of place

I was down before

Hitting the hard cold floor

The fact I’m standing now

Should mean a whole lot more

*

Climbing steepest stairs

Reach the top again

If I ever have to come back down

It won’t have been in vain

*

The framed paintings

down the hallways

Are not the same as before

They change all the time now

They are in my head

While I’m waiting at the door

*

I look to the future

Stay safe from falling fast

Climb up to the attic

To recognize the past

A window is the present moment

With great care

Good times can last

We look forward still

To every new thrill

And hope expectations

can be surpassed

If I get down and out

I won’t fill with doubt

No way to be outclassed

Clear as day

I’ll be okay

I am no outcast

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