...the spiral staircase we ascend...climbing ...climbing...ever higher...Yet when we look down,the ground is JUST THERE,beneath our feet...
So...How is it that we are SO WINDED from the CLIMB?If, in fact, we haven''t even left the ground?Is it our ZANY IMAGINATION keeping us ever hopeful and YOUNG ?Could it be our MOVIE STAR face?Continuously giving us FALSE HOPE,based upon the frequent and highly irregularREACTIONS that we get from the crowds ?Do we even have the CORRECT pair of ''hiking boots''in order to PLUMP and CUSHION our sore and exhausted feetfrom the perpetual climb?
And...What do ASPIRATIONS and CHOCOLATE SUNDAES have in common?Have we developed a sudden TASTE for CHOCOLATE??Perhaps it''s the ELEVATION that has altered our taste buds?
And...As we stand perched...upon the BOTTOM RUNG of the eternal ladder of our existence...have we ALSO just reached the TOP RUNG?Are we in some sort of existential dilemma?Has the committee voted yet?DO WE EVEN LIKE or NEED COMMITTEES??
Baa Hummmbuggg...