I decided on that evening that i was through with sitting still
I stood up and started moving with a childlike fascination
For those doors that don't have locks

And the stairways that were blocked
So i dug through the obstruction
Put my fist around the railing

And each step was far apart
And far away from steps before it
And the air was getting thinner

'til i couldn't breathe at all
And if i happened to look behind me
There were miles and miles of stairs

Enough so i couldn't see the doorway
But i knew that it was there
And on the last step i was dizzy

'cause there were stairs in all directions
But i found another door
And through the door there was the attic

Without old clothes
Without a ceiling
Everything had opened wide

Into the jaws of something bigger
And suddenly i saw that i was
Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof

Finally it had found me
The answer, the feeling, and the truth:


That i'm small
I'm smaller than the smallest fireball.