Staircase

By Ansh   

Life is like a staircase,
We start at the bottom , unable to climb ,
Soon when able , we are completely blind ,
As able to see , but too naive for a path to find.

When the vision becomes clear , when the true stairs appear,
We fear our sight , we feel soar , unable to fight,
Thought we climb , with an experienced source ,
Though we cry , we are never forced .

Soon when able to stand :on ourselves,
We forget our path , our bleak vision ,
Soon we crumble , were weak ,
Taking the easy , forgetting the mission.

However . Always we stand back again ,
This time with the will to finish the staircase ,
We force ourselves through the misery , through the fear ,
We climb with stability thought the wear and tear.

As the top approaches near , So does us our underlying fear ,
For we start imagining the end ,For we start asking “When”?
However, in all the panic , all the rage , we forget ,
The Best views are from the end.

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Naive view of Life.