A spin cycle in a washing machine?
A dream
of being free?
escaping the hum drum of the mundane
a desperate hope for the insane?
A red Star
An advertisment for a new car?
new technological advances?
I see the revolution its ink dances of my pen
but how far do you have to go?
I dont even know!
Its not a huge leap
to wipe away the tears
but to erase peoples fears
thats the magic trick
see perfection is everywhere we look
yet the opposite is true at the same time
they are both illusions of the mind
take what you want and be free
love is the key
but is there enough to go around?
pound for pound
is there an answer?
or will revolution become another spin cycle
of lifes washing machine
will our lives ever become clean?
endlessly trying to solve life's puzzle
by reducing everything to rubble
and starting again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem