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FERRIS WHEEL
In a constant lack of motion
through the window of your mind,
all you seek is your seclusion
and a friend who's hard to find;
you've been looking through the window
at someone you never see,
never reaching for a reason
never thinking I'm just me.
As if you want to be alone.
Or just another skipping stone,
with someone who's much better known.

In the hopeless life you're living,
there are friends who leave you cold,
it's a ferris wheel you're riding,
and the song is getting old;
all the things you've held most dearly
come to nothing in the end,
and your search is overlooking
someone who's more than your friend.
Someone who'd be there when you cry.
Who'd never think of asking why,
who could help you learn to fly.

Living songs about confusion
like a puppet on a string,
one is pulled and your responding
is whatever pull should bring;
you will go in this direction
everyone says you should go,
and the person you are hiding
is someone you'll never know.
Out through the window is your friend.
From your beginning, to the end,
who will give, but never lend.
© ron arbuthnot

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