Now I’m standing here again,
in center of the floor, alone
Far away from the corners,
far from a helping hand – I fall
The downward speed is twice
as fast as in oposite direction
The force that pulls down the cube
is stronger than the unaviable help
It’s not me who decides, that’s her elevator,  
Anxiety’s lift
In the dark, far down in the
basement among caves
Is the road to the top…

…an eternity journey

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-14