Trying not to be late
Or too early that we have to wait
We enter through the big glass doors
And walk across the clean-swept floor
We tell them what we came here for
They give us the key to our request
A single ticket that lets us be the guests
Finally,
Into the dark cave we go
Full of people in every single row
With food to sustain my hungry needs
I earned this moment from my good deeds
To watch thrilling stories on one side
That makes you scream, laugh, and want to cry
And when it ends we ask together
Why not go and watch another?
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