My Ambition

I was standing
at the bottom of a staircase.
Few were going up.
Many were coming down.
But I was standing and gaze.

I was in dilemma
if I could ascend.
Suddenly I found a man,
limping and ascending dexterously.
I asked my spirit to amend.

I wished to go up
and returned again.
I knew each step was huddle.
But must I return
so little I would gain!