Elevator Going...

Floating inside the brain,

Observing the lethargy

That sets in after the pain of birth

And the pain of death

And the pain of every new beginning

That makes us weary and reluctant

To accept any more change

And to take any risks

That will cause us further anguish,

Hovering in the ambivalent part 

Of the gray matter

We cannot postpone the sharpness

And the cuts and the blood

And the wounds

Until we can face that holy unknown

That stops the beat.