I make a request to remove all revolving doors.
'Why? '
Do you see how many,
Have become addicted to repeating the same scenes.
Over and over again.
And the revolving doors have not been cleaned for years.
'So...
What would you recommend? '
One exit. One entrance.
Like in the old forgotten days.
'And what would that accomplish? '
People meeting and greeting to tolerate each other.
'But that would slower the progress of success.'
And what progress has been made,
By repeating the same scenes over and over again?
I see no progress made in that process.
'Perhaps you haven't tried hard enough to become addicted.'
I've grown tired of seeing people,
Debating to fight over the same conflicts.
'And...
If the revolving doors were removed,
That would eliminate to end the same attitudes?
Well...
I would think perceptions would change and be different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem