Just when every single step
seemed to be faded away
in a dizzy state of mind,
there you are,
coming from that lift
to save my dreams again.

No tales, no words,
no excuses are told,
to justify the stupid search
you are now riding
with no floors to reach,
´cause everything is not lost.

Stefano Francavilla

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-floors-left/