I'm just a simple man. I like pretty thangs; I like beans and rice.-----------The first step was birth;
Now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth.
The second step was belief;
He had to make that move before he even grew teeth.
The third step, respect awareness...
He could trip over the next step if he's careless.
That next step, number four, was love...
Can't touch it without stepping the other three above.
As he froze for a moment,
Ignoring the remaining ones
He was approaching, focus stolen.
Looking down at his hands to see what he was holding..
Nothing, empty..
No choice but to keep going.
The fifth step felt like a misstep,
It was a re-evaluation of the first four.
The anxiety, fear of what it hurts for.
Caught in somewhere between the earths core,
And the first floor.
When he finally made it to step six...
He could no longer see it for what it is.
All of his views and family and life were askew;
Number six had been twisted by the previous two.
The last step, the seventh...
Was the only thing left that kept him outside of heaven.
One last breath and everything could be pleasant;
Life through death, man's final lesson.
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