I am going round in circles, not gaining any ground,

When I look up, all I can do is look around,

Up the same old road, down the same street,

All I seem to do, is follow my feet,

This is not right, it should not be this way,

I should know what I am doing, each and every day,

Here we go again, up that same old street,

No where to go, no-one to meet,

Why am I different? I am not like everyone else I know,

They know where they have been, and where they are to go,

I don’t want to die, and be put under ground,

Just to get off, this merry-go-round,

I want to know where I am going, where I am meant to be,

I just want to live life, be happy, healthy and free.

 

Steve Corke

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