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The Esclator
This thing that flows
Like the quiet country - rivers
Without waives, but orderly moves
They pointed for me to step on to it
Then of course I did just that
I managed to go down a bit
But the stair seem to fight me
I’d rather be standing on my knee
That would be weird I thought
While I was worried and lost
People seem to be impatient
I turned around and sat
But it threw me back out
Why am I lost and fearful
Standing here like a fool
Every one else seem to know
They are not falling down below
My first encounter
With the moving stair, the escalator
Was just simply nightmare
Too embarrassing to share
I may have said, I could have sworn
I was prepared for the unknown
Right at the start, coming to the west
Of that long journey
The escalator was not funny
Like the quiet country - rivers
Without waives, but orderly moves
They pointed for me to step on to it
Then of course I did just that
I managed to go down a bit
But the stair seem to fight me
I’d rather be standing on my knee
That would be weird I thought
While I was worried and lost
People seem to be impatient
I turned around and sat
But it threw me back out
Why am I lost and fearful
Standing here like a fool
Every one else seem to know
They are not falling down below
My first encounter
With the moving stair, the escalator
Was just simply nightmare
Too embarrassing to share
I may have said, I could have sworn
I was prepared for the unknown
Right at the start, coming to the west
Of that long journey
The escalator was not funny
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Comment by Glena Stephenson on November 4, 2009 at 7:41am - This sounds like a dream/ poem from the Money Seminar. I like it.
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