The elevator
Has a hared exterior
Hard as nails, in fact.
But deep inside
In the centre
Far away from the others
You can find a certain softness
A part that cares
That has forgotten to flick its hair
And be rude to its mother.
With an elevator,
Doors open
Doors close.
But the elevator
Only ever gives peeks
Of what is inside
Some days,
The elevator stays on the top floors
Near to the sun
And the shining rays
It’s mature, calm and intelligent
The kind of elevator anyone would want to be
Other times
It stays down low
In the basement
Where dark thoughts flood its head
Cause it don’t feel like going up today
That’s right
IT DON’T FEEL LIKE IT!
People know what buttons
Get them what they want
They know which to push
To change the elevator’s whole day
Push the big red button
And the world
Will come crashing around you
Breaking in a million pieces
All over everywhere
But push a number button
And only a small obstacle
Will have to be overcome.
Like every elevator
This one too
Has ups and downs.
Up
Down
Up
Down
On lucky days
The elevator will be nice and quiet
No people
No noise
Just the normal droning
Of the background noise
But on other days
It is full to capacity
Overfull in fact
The warning lights go on
“WARNING” “WARNING” “WARNING”
And then it starts to fall
Slowly at first
Then faster
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Bang!
Until the next day
When it goes back up
And starts climbing again
Trying
Always trying
To reach that elusive
19th floor.
By Leah Krueger . gr 10
