Revolving Door

Feb 19, 2008 - 07:39 AM PST

Round and round and round it goes
In and out from open til close
Endlessly spinning never to stop
When it first started we have all forgot
It swallows us up and spits us out whole
Where we come out we seldom control
It spins us in circles until we stand there confused
Once we come out we feel often abused
Someone please stop this intoxicatingly dizzy contraption
Im starting to feel like a circus side-show attraction
At last it slows down as business draws to a halt
Who invented this thing! Tell me who is at fault!
I crawl out into the street upon hitting the floor
I must be back tomorrow, I can't take much more
Insanity beckons while in darkness it calls
That door leads to Hell not merchandised stalls
Why must I use this door into Hell on which the world depends?
Day after day, night after night, year after year when will it end?