The Power of Poetry

Up or Down?

The world is a stair, and we are just on steps. Falling in love with the earth, we fall from the stars Sometimes I think I exist in the wrong world. This world is too real, and I’m too true. But is this the most beautiful way to be?

Sometimes I think I’m falling down into the wrong world. I fall from the stars. I fall from the seas. Everything is so real — so true — too true. I’m just a step on this stair called “world.” This world can make me feel what it’s like to love. Another day, another life, another breath, another death. Another love, another pain, another tear, another laugh.

I’ve always been told that I am too real nostalgia for all the things I’ve never had I’m very real. I am too high above. The light can blind me, and I will never sink. I’ll keep falling — falling — falling from the stars.

It’s the stairs. It’s the stairs See them? They’re there. There are stairs. We see them. There are stars, and we see them from afar, but there is a stair at my back, and I’m not sure if it goes up or down And I go for another step to find out and then another — up or down? Which way is up?

This world is like a staircase, where each one of us ascends from one step to the next From one breath to the next in an infinite place where I am alive I am alive. The world is a stair, and I’m on most of it. This world is like a staircase where each step is a breath, and all are connected. And with each step, we can see further than before, knowing that even farther down, there is more. We go up, but we can never reach the top. Instead of going down, we always go up.