Atop a hundred storey staircase
gazing down upon the world
Wondering, will the grass be ever greener at the other end
Thereafter I realize falling down rings of smoke
each passing floor makes me more weary
each one making me re-live one of my past years
My life flashes in front of me
I hit the floor, the rock bottom
I can see my crushed body below me
As my spirit rises up again,
rising each floor, one at a time
my past memories are erased with each floor
Finally I reach my destination
The hundredth floor, only to see my pale body fading away
Lone I remember now,
is wondering, “Will the grass ever be greener”!!
