The Revolution A Spin Cycle Poem by Daniel Hooks

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!