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Apr 2018
Life is one long escalator ride
We step on at birth and keep riding up to the unforeseeable top
Packed like sardines into one aile
As children we let our hands glide across the moving rails
Until we notice others shunning the handles and we let go
Surrounded by TV screens on both sides
3D glasses letting us see different things
See the events, the moments, the accomplishments
The sorrows, the pains
It sends some into a panic.
You can see their faces go slack
Their legs wobble and shake
They try to run down on stairs moving up
Pushing and shoving  people  just to try to get away from the events witnessed on LED screens
Why don’t they realize?
There's no one waiting at the bottom
But those who wait, who get  through the screens that send chills to new meanings
Those who reach the top of the escalator ride
reach the top floor to eternity
Lana D
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