It's repeating
like the lines on the highway
over and over again
I have the images down to a science
and the words just a ringing in my ear
I can ignore it for only so long,
put on a fan to drown out the noise
But it repeates
over and over again
The blades swing in circles to a rythem of words
So plug my ears like you're corking a bottle
I can't stand for any mouth moving tonight
But the motion of your lips is the same
It keeps repeating
over and over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem