I spy a man on a ladder.

Won’t somebody help him down?

The lower steps have long since fallen and lay scattered all over the ground.

Maybe if he could turn back time, he could change his place.

His current position is no longer one he wants to face.

So he has no choice but to climb higher.

Hoping that the atmosphere will eventually be lighter.

At least looking for a better view.

Hopefully before he loses the rest of the rungs few.