Repeat: to do something again,
the cycle on the washer & dryer,
matches the spin of my life,
everything constantly jumbled and changing.
I'm taken out after cycle,
folded neatly, worn and then I got back,
to be cleaned because I am ***** and a burden.
The same rules turn up each cycle,
the only difference is the players.
Each time I think that it will be different,
that the cycle will break.
But now I think,
that that hope is just a piece of jewelry,
that someone likes a lot for a little while,
then sends it away.
The story rarely changes,
the soundtrack is just and old broken record.
But every time, I try to escape,
and then the game is over,
the other players leave,
but the close ones never do,
a fissure opens up,
to drop me back,
into the tumbling turmoil of my tale.
Everyday is the same cycle,
they lose their meaning,
because they don't change,
but I keep trying,
because I think something will change,
some Romanticized version of my story,
where things work, dreams are real,
but those dreamy ideals themselves,
work their way into the cycle,
and add to the rules.
Repeat: to do something again
"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."