poem

Revolving Doors

(inspired by Gorillaz's Revolving Doors)

[2022]

Ah, look at all the lonely people
I stand on the other side of one of four glass panels
In a revolving door in London
On a foggy day in Boston

In a revolving door, you can't exit the way you came
If you wish to go, you have to go in a circle
A circle or two if you miss the opening
A circle or three if you can't bring yourself to leave

Everything is spinning
A door, a planet, my head after the foggy mornings
In an obscured, dark, blurry vision reflected off windows
What else is there to do but go around again?

I sit in a diner beyond those revolving doors
And the Beatles play, ever so softly
So softly that I can barely hum along over the buzz of the other people
Unless I pause the spinning world completely

I feel that I'm paused by all the pills
And I'm running out of things to pour into my drink again
So around in a circle I go once more
In a revolving door of everything I've ever known]

What have I done?
What will I become?
Walking in a circle won't give you any new answers
It'll just buy you time to ask more questions

I pay and leave the diner
Humming the Beatles ever so softly on my way to the exit
And I find myself stuck again
Stuck again in a dull and cold merry-go-round

Ah, look at all the lonely people
And I want to get out of this cylinder with four glass panels
I can't stand this revolving door in London
On a foggy day in Boston.