An Escalator

Life is like an escalator 

You climb on, and it moves 

You can't pause it, you can't hinder

But the movement of your legs

Shall become a catalyst 

And when it's the end of the ride,

It doesn't wait; you either climb off promptly,

Or get your slippers stuck at the end of 

The belt.

Nothing can be decided by you,

There's no slow motion here.

Only your balance 

Can keep you on the escalator of life.

You can either skip steps, go through them

Or let time transport you to the right places

At the right pace

But whichever decision you make cannot be

Reversed,

Because climbing up a descending escalator 

Or descending an ascending escalator 

Is a hopeless waste of time, in my opinion.

There is no purpose fearing the end;

No purpose going back to avoid climbing off

The step depends on the way you see the edge;

As a beastly, man-eating monster,

Or a machine, that helps you out.

There are many things you can understand 

From the working of an escalator,

Whether it's about the movement of life, 

Passage of time 

Or about perspective - 

Depends on how you look at it.

It depends on

Perspective - 

Ambivalent, versatile, everpresent 

Perspective.