Life's a Revolving Door 03/27/2010
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again,
a continuous,
repeating circle
that comes and goes, comes and goes.
Like playing follow-the-leader,
marching to the beat of the same drum,
twenty-four/seven,
there’s no exit ramp to freedom,
just bumper-to-bumper traffic
we must follow always,
much as the hands of a clock
make one complete round after another;
we’re stuck in the constant round and round,
like the earth we rotate on our axis,
the sun and moon rise and fall,
up and down, up and down…
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again…
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again,
a continuous,
repeating circle
that comes and goes, comes and goes.
Like playing follow-the-leader,
marching to the beat of the same drum,
twenty-four/seven,
there’s no exit ramp to freedom,
just bumper-to-bumper traffic
we must follow always,
much as the hands of a clock
make one complete round after another;
we’re stuck in the constant round and round,
like the earth we rotate on our axis,
the sun and moon rise and fall,
up and down, up and down…
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again…
Comments
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11/23/2011 12:02:08
that's the most beautiful poem. :0)
