Going Through The Motions

By Riggs
Date: 30 December 2000

Going Through The Motions

Quicksand pavement sucking in a dozen kids at play sad faced houses staring down not knowing what to say I'd love to tell you when but we'll both be dead by then Scared faces pressed against cold glass is how I feel today. I never knew I was lost until you declared me found you became my favourite pony on my favourite merry-go-round we stagger through the sand mildly smashed but hand in hand never noticing the waves of time erasing our marked ground. Have you ever seen a hatter sane as sane and looking sad Have you ever bought a ticket, turned to plastic, joined a fad it doesn't matter what we find we're all right in our own minds never mind the truth when recognition is to be had. Recycled hearts are always hard to tell from one another creepy crawly jealousy makes you turn an ugly colour you're a black hole for emotions now you just go through the motions killing time disguised as life, neither one thing nor the other.

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