From the bottom of a deep, dark hole I can see a tiny speck of light at the top. I bet there’s fresh air up there, oh yes..and maybe green grass as well. It’s been such a very long time since I’ve seen the grass. But it’s been even longer since there was a ladder in my hole to allow such a thing.
Who put the ladder here? No, no I shudder to think. It could very easily be a trap.
But what if it isn’t?
One hand on a rung, one foot on another.
I’d rather be fooled by beauty than saved by the darkness.