The Golden Ladder - Polvo

March through mud to find the golden ladder that belongs to you

It was such a nice description but not quite true

Feel your weight touching your hands against your face

Someday you might stumble into a strange embrace

Heed the words of heroes and doctors who spread their germs

Tell me if your famous handshake is still as firm

And after you’re through stepping over the shadows of people who you became

Hopefully your favorite color is still the same

Stroke your chin, structure and posture are caving in

But scientists will soon find a way to clone your twin and the march can begin

anew

If you want it to

?_ to find the golden ladder that belongs to you and no one else but