Even a gentle breeze will cause
me to stumble, starger down
this tilted, angled staircase
Cracks hamper my decent
and my instincts tell me to
stay awake, alert for the
spirits who cling to the
underside of these steps
waiting for me to go astray
Will they catch me, save me,
keep me from bruising my shins
and my ego or will they just
smile
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rhymeswithbug 