I decided on that evening That I was through with sitting still I stood up and started moving With a childlike fascination For those doors that don't have locks And the stairways that were blocked So I dug through the obstruction Put my fist around the railing And each step was far apart And far away from steps before it And the air was getting thinner Until I couldn't breathe at all And if I happened to look behind me There were miles and miles of stairs Enough so I couldn't see the doorway But I knew that it was there And on the last step I was dizzy Because there were stairs in all directions But I found another door And through the door there was the attic Without old clothes Without a ceiling Everything had opened wide Into the jaws of something bigger And suddenly I saw that I was Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof Finally it had found me The answer, the feeling, and the truth:
That I'm small That I'm small That I'm small I'm smaller than the smallest fireball