Education of the Childlike Man

I sit in the restaurants and on the buses
I have a blank face and silent lips
But My Mind is anything but blank and silent
It stops and sips up all info as it comes to grips
As reality crushes its ideals
and all the truths it thought to be undeniable
And finds new ones inescapable

The Revolving Door

Around and around
Go through one in one end
And out the other
It's quick
And nobody thinks of it
Till they been in it too long
And wonder when will I go out to the other side