Another time another place
Perhaps a different night
What seems so wrong at the moment
May some day be right

Revolving
Like clockwork
Around lifes precious machine
Play the game
Make the scene

To bitter to chew
To sweet to spit out
Savor the moment
Don’t drown it with doubt

Thoughts racing
Dreams escaping
Spinning confusion
Trembling, shaking

Purge the silence
Break the chains
That forever bind
What beauty remains

The gears keep turning,
a soothing sound

The screws are held tightly,
keeps everything bound

The machine runs slowly
no flaws to be found

When a screw comes loose,
things stop turning round

The music box song
makes a deafening pound

Once in comes loose,
It becomes hopeless now

It’s all been destroyed
it falls broken down.

Criticism?
And what do you think this poem is about?
Thanks in advance.