THE REVOLVING DOOR

'SEE ME?'

I'm stuck in a revolving door, see my white face flash by?
and the large brown, wide open eyes, asking why, why?
I'm being taken for a big, big ride
stiff legged, a walk not a glide.

I see no lines to guide me, to keep one in their place,
while those who can glide, flash past, the big brown eyes and white face.