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.