Could be a little like a public staircase,
Climbing from its grungy bottom where all the litter settles from transient climbers,
Candy wraps and condom wraps,
Fast- service refuse.
I’ve wallowed in that!
Not proud of how it came comfortable, now,
But there are the stairs.
Escape up them, and open doors,
Don’t let the unlockedness scare you down.
Though this might not be your building,
Find its lessons to transplant.
Climb it all the way up,
find the roof,
be on top of something an its not perm, and nothing hold its place.