Not the first time I am writing about you
Knowing how the world of gravity treats you
On a hurry evening, we met and spend a few seconds
In a dusky, rusty, singing elevator
I am sure you are not living in an elevator forever
You must have been a visitor like me
Hope you had a great journey on the walls
Have you felt the pain of a steel rope?
Why did you prefer the topmost corner this time?
Many questions, leaving you, my wizard
Gazing at the gory tales of gravity and my eyes