It looks familiar have I been here before did I wear the same clothes is this what I wore?
It's like a film on reels repeating or that's how it feels, a revolving door and a somebody kneels to pray is that me?
Quite easy to be if you're nobody it's only the somebody's that have to go on.
Early is when men don't care, the world isn't in here work is out there and the reels keep on spinning.
It could or it was I question because I don't know
Getting old becoming slow where I used to come I no longer go, but it all looks and it is familiar to me remorseless like the waves on an ever changing sea.