A Long Day

There's a random staircase at the
  Edge of BYU. I pass it each day
     As I go to my car; yet, I've never
        Recognized that it was there. No,
           Not until today, coming from the
              Library, with my arms all full of
                 Books. I walk to the law building
                    Now by the Wilk, I look to my left.
                       A random staircase. What's below?
                          It's fenced around; the gate is broken.
                            So, I could easily descend, but I think
                               Someone would notice, see that I don't
                                  Belong. I was coming from the library
                                    With my arms all full of books and my
                                        Backpack with me too. An excuse, maybe,
                                           But that's no reason to avoid those innocent
                                              Steps. Could it be for me an image of life?
                                                 Are you constantly passing things by, afraid
                                                    To be found where you oughtn't belong? No,
                                                        No, I don't really want to debate this now. So,
                                                           I'll just stick to my arm, my arm full of books.