Which Way
In a maze of highwaysand blinking lights,
which way is up
and which way is right?
Buildings higher then the eyes can see.
Higher even, than the birds can flee.
There's parts of glamour
and parts of slums.
Homes for stars and homeless bums.
There are many things I've never seen.
Things quite often found in dreams.
Nightmares cast their shadows down.
Touching ever so closely now.
There's nowhere to go
and nowhere to hide
until we reach the end of this ride.
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