Treading all the familiar pathways

Singing all the same old songs

Two steps forward

Two steps back

Marching in place

Til our feet wear holes in the floor

Talk about life’s journey

Pretend there is a destination

As we ride our carousel horses

Moebius stripping along our way

Rushing headlong into nowhere

Hey, haven’t we passed by this way before?

Round and round we go

Where we stop, who knows?

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