"And there round the corner of my eye is death"

The Stair of Everywhere I used to be a misfit but now I fit Myself and this seems to be the point of it An older man with hair past my shoulders now As experiment in how long it can grow Because I have stopped getting haircuts somehow Not that I got them I just had them but I Think I had the last one three summers ago And I no longer worry about my hair But that it is still there as I am still here And that it is still there is enough for me But if I were there then my here would be there And yet there is only where here would appear But appears to be as good as anywhere And it seems like a good place for me to be But I am only in this heartbeat this breath And the wiser I become the less I know But the duller my eye the sharper I see And there round the corner of my eye is death An older man turning ascending the stair Our eyes meet but there is nothing left to say I will wrestle with the angel for the dawn Turning ascending the stair of everywhere One who though turning will never turn away One who sees death round the corner of the eye To the top of the stair where the light is on Turning ascending the stair of everywhere To the top of the stair till the night is gone They say it is hopeless but I want to try I used to be a misfit but now I fit Myself and this seems to be the point of it I will wrestle with the angel for the dawn +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX