Poem: You Ring The Elevator And Wait

You Ring The Elevator And Wait

and you are waiting, waiting long enough
you have noticed you are still waiting,
but it does come, it comes
and you get on, and you press the button,
but it is not going there, not now.
It is going down, and not up,
and you wanted to go up,
but you are here, are on the elevator,
will take the ride.  It is easier:
you would still be waiting.
But then, it does go up,
and you think that is good,
but it only goes up, and not to your floor,
goes up past that floor, far above it,
and you decide it is silly now,
so you get out to find the stairs,
but you cannot find the stairs,
and everyone you ask points the same way,
but it is the way you have gone all along,
and you did not find the stairs,
and you are not even certain where the elevator is,
not any longer.  You are just there,
thinking of where you must go,
of what you need to do and why you came,
and wanting to find the way.
You know there is a way, at least,
you can be certain, at least:
there is a way to the right floor.
Unless this isn't even the building you wanted.

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