Each step on this stairwell another brick falls
As I rise higher I become unsure of the space between me and the ground.
Why is uncertainly always about not knowing?
There's a key to the grave but never a door to open
The crypt hasn't been visited since...
When I rise to witness the crepuscular light
I may had reason to doubt what it all meant
But never would erase it from my mind...
We will find the balance
The balance that this stairwell can lead to and from
With closed eyes in a certain amaurotic way
I believe the bricks will reform
Deform another century
While the art will be preserved.
Transience of life
A hymn to a prayer,
To silence and to sleep.
Another mystical moment felt
Within the walls of REM
To altercate what is real
To go beyond
The final step...