It seems that I'm
The revolving door
Standing between you
And your favorite store
It's not me you came to see
And yet here I am
Spinning 'round and 'round all day
Each time, at your every command
But you never stay
You're just passing through
You look right through me
At the treasure, loved by you
But I'm a person
I am not a door
Here for your convenience
While you find what you look for
Spinning and spinning
Has led me nowhere
I'm done being your door
I'll be treasure elsewhere
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
It seems that I'm
The revolving door
Standing between you
And your favorite store
It's not me you came to see
And yet here I am
Spinning 'round and 'round all day
Each time, at your every command
But you never stay
You're just passing through
You look right through me
At the treasure, loved by you
But I'm a person
I am not a door
Here for your convenience
While you find what you look for
Spinning and spinning
Has led me nowhere
I'm done being your door
I'll be treasure elsewhere
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