Bottom to Push Up
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Sometimes it takes hitting the bottom to have the strength to push back up

Bottom to Push Up

Sweeping sets of stairs with synchronized steps

Sweeping sets of stairs with synchronized steps echoing symphonically up and down

Sweeping sets of stairs with synchronized steps echoing symphonically up and down Glazed gloomy eyes graze over anything passing by

Sweeping sets of stairs with synchronized steps echoing symphonically up and down Glazed gloomy eyes graze over anything passing by as if it wasnt even there

Sweeping sets of stairs with synchronized steps echoing symphonically up and down Glazed gloomy eyes graze over anything passing by as if it wasnt even there, as if they're blind to the world

Sweeping sets of stairs with synchronized steps echoing symphonically up and down Glazed gloomy eyes graze over anything passing by as if it wasnt even there, as if they're blind to the world, seeing only in black and white

Memorizing how many steps to go up

Memorizing how many steps to go up, before taking as many back down

Memorizing how many steps to go up, before taking as many back down, malicious monotone creeping in at the edges

Memorizing how many steps to go up, before taking as many back down, malicious monotone creeping in at the edges, moving from the city to the edge of the town

Memorizing how many steps to go up, before taking as many back down, malicious monotone creeping in at the edges, moving from the city to the edge of the town Continuously spiraling down

Memorizing how many steps to go up, before taking as many back down, malicious monotone creeping in at the edges, moving from the city to the edge of the town Continuously spiraling down, where the grey turns to black

Memorizing how many steps to go up, before taking as many back down, malicious monotone creeping in at the edges, moving from the city to the edge of the town Continuously spiraling down, where the grey turns to black, threatening to consistently drown you

Memorizing how many steps to go up, before taking as many back down, malicious monotone creeping in at the edges, moving from the city to the edge of the town Continuously spiraling down, where the grey turns to black, threatening to consistently drown you if you don't drag yourself back up to the surface

Pearly white stairs gradually turn to crumbling aged concrete

Pearly white stairs gradually turn to crumbling aged concrete, which turns to rubbish at the very bottom

Pearly white stairs gradually turn to crumbling aged concrete, which turns to rubbish at the very bottom But it takes the bottom to push yourself back up

Pearly white stairs gradually turn to crumbling aged concrete, which turns to rubbish at the very bottom But it takes the bottom to push yourself back up, fighting harder than ever

Pearly white stairs gradually turn to crumbling aged concrete, which turns to rubbish at the very bottom But it takes the bottom to push yourself back up, fighting harder than ever, the burn in your muscles begging you to stop climbing

Yet you push on

Yet you push on, you have to claw your way to the top

Yet you push on, you have to claw your way to the top, grabbing the rails

Yet you push on, you have to claw your way to the top, grabbing the rails, digging in with your nails

Yet you push on, you have to claw your way to the top, grabbing the rails, digging in with your nails, to avoid being thrown over

Yet you push on, you have to claw your way to the top, grabbing the rails, digging in with your nails, to avoid being thrown over And there you are

Yet you push on, you have to claw your way to the top, grabbing the rails, digging in with your nails, to avoid being thrown over And there you are, in the sunlight once again

Yet you push on, you have to claw your way to the top, grabbing the rails, digging in with your nails, to avoid being thrown over And there you are, in the sunlight once again, the monotone eyes turned to bright light in the end

But the people on the escalators never go anywhere

But the people on the escalators never go anywhere, staying in one place while the people on stairs

But the people on the escalators never go anywhere, staying in one place while the people on stairs, they've fought hard

But the people on the escalators never go anywhere, staying in one place while the people on stairs, they've fought hard, and they've went somewhere

sometimes it takes hitting the bottom to have the strength to push back up ~anonymous

written by: hailey

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