Overground and underground I’ve visited many places:
Used escalators, moving ramps, lifts and staircases.
But to visit castles built in the air, in vain I search for the bottom stair.
Poets glide up on the wings of dreams,
Scientists are drawn up on tractor beams
Of research and thought profound.
A flight of fancy I thought I’d try: but seeing no handholds in the sky–
Halfway up, I freeze in fright, and decide henceforth to limit my sight
To the solid, secure ground!