Theres something that always makes me slip
So I climb the slope and build my own stairs
I always need to re-establish my grip
As life gives you lemons well, I have my shares

Theres somedays I lay atop of this hill
As if here I reside in heaven
Its when I'm here, I am in thrill
My luck seems to be number seven

Then theres others I rot at the foot
Wreathing in turmoil, and digging in strife
I find myself deep; feel layered in soot
I am all contention, "Damn is this life?"

My mind it is this mountain
And this I do complain
My thoughts they are a fountain
I really cant explain

I try to think
In one straight line
But in this I sink
To depths of mind

I cant concentrate
And I cant sit still
And this here I hate-
It’s my urge of will

Here I go to do things and
Get set to get them done
But my mind is absent, gone and ran
And off to have its fun

Its the things that I want to do
Is what flusters me all day
My brain it tends to chew
In every single way

Its things I dont achieve
That throws me off the cliff
And there I always grieve
As if it were tariff

All I want is to concentrate
To make some absolute sense
I dont want to contemplate
And sit here on a fence

I just want to make decision
Head out in a direction
And follow through with precision
And finally heal up my infection

I want to stay up on the top
And never fall back down
I want to stay and never stop
To think and throw me round

I just want some guidance
Truly some support
And then proclaim a trident
In ownership of forte

I want to build a castle
And cry out "self sufficience!"
But today my thoughts I hassle
And I feel my inefficience

So now I build my stairs
Never refusing aide
Sorting through my shares
And making lemonade

This battle in me it rages
And I know you all know it
It hides in you in cages
So then I dont intend to show it

But if you find me wondering round
And happen to have some wood
Come make sure that I am found
So these stairs can do some good