Up the Escalator I go

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“The ride up, on a metallic contraption? I’d rather not?” Gun Roswell

Up the Escalator I go

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Living life in the mall’s simulator
When riding up and down the escalator
Keeping control, like an operator
From ride to ride, like a navigator
Each passenger, like an imitator
Step by step, feet moving like alternators

Sorry,
No wheels said the administrator
Or you will be labelled a violator
And thrown off from this cycle
Phew, just glad I was not a skater
Maybe sooner, than later
He’ll quit being a hater
Learn how to become a collaborator
And only then,
Be able to ride on the escalator

Up, up the very stairs we go

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“Climb the stairs ever upward, who knows what you will find up there!” Gun Roswell

Up, up the very stairs we go

There is always something better, up there, at the top of the stairs.

At least, that is what we all like to think, that somehow, higher is better, that something good is waiting for us on the higher levels, like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, similarly something good will be there if we only dare to, climb ever higher?

An illusion perhaps, a fantasy no less?

Who carers, because I have already started my ascend and I am half way there! Raise you the rest of them way!

Up the escalator, down the stairs

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“Take a ride on the rolling stairs, you just have to hang on and laze!” Gun Roswell

Up the escalator, down the stairs

Rolling along, up and up and up, until the stairs are gone and I am where I wanted to go, even if it seemed a tad too slow, but faster than dragging a keister up along the stairs, still slower than jumping and bopping my way to the music downward.

But whichever way I look, I am impressed by the looks of them, all shiny and metal, and the humming noises like a rhythmic beat, all the way up and wasn’t that just fun! No need to run today, so escalator was the way to go, even if it was quite slow.

Up, up, up and then down, the Escalator

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“Take a short ride, up and down the slide, also known, as an escalator” Gun Roswell

Up, up, up and then down, the Escalator

What is your choice, when you want to go up?
When the walking makes internal noises, and you end up with a huge huff?
Even when the legs won’t carry you all the way down
What can you do, but really put on a frown?

Is there a simple answer to this constantly nagging everyday dilemma?
OK, so this problem might not be high up there, as it ain’t so stellar
But what if you had a set of stairs
Where you could easily “walk” up and down, and even in pairs?

The answer may be quite easy and simple to implement
For, all you need to do is make a call post haste
To the local technically inclined stairway maker
And get for yourself one of them cool and fancy escalators

Up and down

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“Up am down we go” Gun Roswell

Up and down

On this merry escalator
I am flowing against the waiters
I am not in a hurry
And there is no sign of worry
On my face or my body
As I am ascending and smiling
As up and down I am riding
I don’t really have a goal
Nor am I in a search of my soul
I just ride the mobile stairs
Fro the fun of it each and every day