Roman Ryan

It's mostly neat and tidy
In this flat, flat, flat
The plants are all just fine
Except for that one
The lights are all on
Or at least, most
Of them, on which
A motion cannot be seen
And it's a vague sensation
A little lurch
A slow roller coaster
With a tiny drop
A reminder
A spark
More light
Bringing upon the downward
Feeling of the stair
Out into the world I
Go
Not waiting for the day
Because it's the first
Or actually, the 
Second
Never to hear me say