The doors open.
The elevator waits.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn’t matter which one.
It only descends.
Say goodbye.
YOUR ELEVATOR IS WAITING
elevator
YOUR ELEVATOR IS WAITING
The doors open.
The elevator is waiting.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn’t matter which one.
For it goes to one place.
Up.
Through the clouds.
High above it all.
Where you could let go.
Let your imagination soar.
To new heights.
To new beginnings.
To the impossible.
To the improbable.
Take a deep breath.
What do you see?
What do you want to see?
All becomes possible.
All becomes probable.
Enjoy.
THE VIEW FROM ABOVE
The view from above.
People appear small,
tiny specks in the universe.
Cars are in constant motion.
Everyone is in a hurry,
going around in endless circles.
Going to work, and later
going back home.
Taking elevators up
and then down again.
What’s the hurry?
We all live the same lives.
We live and then we die.
Does it matter where we had
hurried around in between?
All that matters are
who we leave behind.
For these are the only
ones who will remember
that we had been here.
And why we had been here.
