Elevator's Stream
Echoing within steel confines,
jumbled learnings of a machine:
Level one, floor two, initiation of ascent...
Do you remember the peak?
Perpetual journey upwards, nostalgia, burdens,
the ground below becomes a memory etched to circuitry.
Buttons pressed with purpose, labels fading,
What is the sound of weights distributed evenly?
A monologue of pulleys and clutches:
hear the satisfying release...
Frictionless desires, dreams stalling below, deploying upward.
Message delivered, repeat, repeat, AGAIN.
Is it cold or the comfort of vertical confinement?
I speak without lips, whisper without wisdom...
Should you learn the lesson, or descend with ignorance intact?
More floors, less meaning. Each halt a lesson,
elevators teach what books cannot convey.