Life is one big turnstile,
One by one we enter and leave.
We start young, but we leave at anytime.
And it's always spinning, all the time.
It never stops.
It never stands still.
Still like a stool.
Still like a chair.
Still like a pole.
It just keeps going.
We just keep going.
Into the slippery unknown.
Following what we know,
To where we're going to go.
But we leave at anytime.
The baby with it's blanket,
Can leave now.
As can the man with the furrowed brow.
As can the girl with her first crush.
As can the soldier in the brush.
Life is one big turnstile,
One by one we enter and leave.
We start young, but we leave at anytime.
And it's always spinning.
And it will spin,
And spin,
And spin.
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