Square

I stood a few steps backwards, desolate, And watched the spirits pass me to their fate, And fling off hope, and enter at the gate.

When one casts off a load, he springs upright, Squares back his shoulders, breathes with all his might, And briskly paces forward, strong and light.

But these, as if they took some burden, bowed.

The whole frame sank.

For example, one is the stairway to the top.

And it is literally little, tiny, little stories that, for example, here's a picture of Count the Squares.

Right, well, hold on, because we're on radio.

Okay, so these are a bunch of squares put together, and it all depends how you count these squares.