The Phantom Stair
At the top of every stair case
Is a step that I don’t see
And sometimes I don’t change my pace
But climb on blissfully
To a phantom stair that isn’t there.
I’m unsuspended in the air.
My foot falls down to find it’s pair
Passing through the phantom stair.
And where the staircase meets the ground
A second phantom stair is found.
I stumble as these ghosts abound,
On all the stairs I find around.