Washing Machine Ballad

A feeling back then, a sense of control,
I later learnt it wasn’t at all;
Instead a divestment of my soul
To someone else I did not know.

A feeling back then, a compliment,
I later learnt it wasn’t at all;
Just a surprising leakage of egos
In contaminated halls.

A feeling back then, I thought of education;
I later learnt it wasn’t all;
Instead, a void within a square
Into which we trip, and fall.

When you find the one who is sincere,
Having fallen there, and disappeared,
Remember, hold tight, your life is dear;
Live for yourself, and love without fear.

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