Everyone has their staircase
They don't know where it leads
No one can ever follow behind yours,
Nor anyone, you ever precede

Some stairs are big, Some stairs are small
Some are lucky to be standing at all
Your stairway is yours, for you alone to climb
Everyone will achieve this feat when it is their time

In a time that men vanish away
Along with what they own
But still there is a staircase
Signified by a headstone

Some stairs will be cased in glass
Some will break and fall
Some indeed will last
While others merely fade, never used at all.

Same as with Drawing, this one is mine too. Don't steal it. It's in my book, of which only a handfull of copies exist, but I still have the rights to them.