Up the steep and very narrow stairway

Though the song that line is from has nothing to do with life and it's underlying meanings, I found myself pondering if that's what life is like. A steep and narrow stairway, with loose floorboards and missing steps and at time plunging into darkness and we find ourselves lost. Are there rooms in the walls lining this stairway, if there are walls at all? The rooms would probably represent lull periods, rest stops, for the journey up these stairs is difficult and/or monotous. Do we race through it and find ourselves flying off the landing, if there is a landing? Or are we taking our time, easing our way through each step, testing it, reassuring ourselves that it can hold the weight of our being? And what then if we fall through? Do we sink into darkness, trapped, frozen in the fetal position, impaled upon our fears or is there someone or something waiting to catch us and help us reach the top? Do we walk it alone, or do people walk in and out of our lives to climb this steep and narrow stairway? Are there twists and turns or is it straight, does it divide into mulitiple paths or is it one that is our destiny? Have the steps always been there, or does it appear as we move forward? Can we head back down, can we go back? Can we stop and look around, or must we trudge on? Who made this stairway, us, Him, Her, THEM? Who decided we must climb it? Who was the first to see it be done? Up the steep and very narow stairway, most indeed.

"I don't want to redesign the world, I just want to take it down with me." Exquisite Corpse

Title- A Chorus Line- At the Ballet