The Staircase is Dark

The staircase is dark
The way is uncertain
The only surety is, nothing is ever sure
Even in the light
I can still lose my way
The only thing that is real, is that nothing is real
No few of my lovers swore a lifetime’s devotion
Yet midnight strikes and i am still alone
Even as an absurdity it is absurd
But not as an obscenity is obscene
The difference is quite striking
Being struck by the difference
Not indifferent to being struck
I should rise up an aspect of myself
And find a personality for the day
I might find a new person there
There in the dark
And this stairwell is steep
Climbing or descending I’m not really sure
The only thing I know is that I don’t know anything