I'm standing on an invisible staircase,

A wiggly-wobbly staircase.

I try to stand still,

But to stay on my feet I must move.

Sometimes I climb up the staircase;

Sometimes I fall down the staircase;

Sometimes I'm pushed down the staircase.

I meet friends and family and foe here;

I play, work, and learn here.

Sometimes I think that it's blue;

As blue as ocean, sky and tears.

Sometimes I think it's red;

Angry and passionate; uncontrollably fierce.

Sometimes I think that it's yellow;

Like the sun, bubbling over with happiness.

Sometimes I think it's white, and calm,

And sometimes black as death.

I feel on this staircase;

I feel everything.

I feel for me; I feel for you.

I feel confused about what I should do.

I cry here; I lie here;

I pray and testify here.

I eat here; I sleep here;

My friends and I meet and greet here.

Do you feel like you're on a staircase?

I'm on an imaginary staircase.