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Going Nowhere Fast

At first glance we can safely claim to have it all

An observer would say we had a bright tomorrow

Yet beneath this glimmering facade lies darkness

The prospect of pain and possibly, sorrow

 

I met you at the Albany races when my ebb was low

Fast thoroughbreds reflected in your hazel eyes

We lost our shirts but won each other's hearts

For people like us there was no greater prize

 

We're going nowhere but at least we're going fast

Perhaps it really is better to travel than to arrive

Arm in arm we rush headlong into a brighter future

Our curious four by four always did make five

 

This big dipper seems to be veering ever faster

Now the fairground is flashing past in a fearful blur

On what lies in wait when this mad ride ends

Neither of us can even remotely concur

 

We're locked together like jig-saw puppets

In a crazy time-machine travelling so fast

That the speed of light pales by comparison

A genius like Einstein would look on, aghast

 

Once we promised each other the time of our lives

Now its debatable whether a moment of us survives

 

We're going nowhere but at least we're going fast

Perhaps it really is better to travel than to arrive

Arm in arm we rush into a brighter future

Our curious four plus four always did make five

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