Left lobe torment
Often I take a vacation
Where drive is on the right
I lay an alphabet of roads
paint my own scenery
sky suits a changing muse.
When I explore this place
I create
I express
I spill without anxiety!
But across the channel I reluctantly sail
Where drive is on the left
And it's a struggle
To steer through the neat mesh
surrounded by concrete
Feeling the limits of my route
I comply
I restrain
I spill often, with anxiety
But the temptation is
To get out and walk
On the right
And face the oncoming
Oh, so right! I spent my life in commerce when all I really wanted to do was send my memos in verse!
Nice thought encapsulated in your- Left lobe anxiety-! Well written. ENJOYABLE POEM!
There just aren't enough jobs out there for right brainers are there...so hard to benchmark, cost and audit (pardon the foul language) . Your anxiety is very well captured in this piece.
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I would like to translate this poem
Theres organisation then there is working in a school. You really have crossed the channel then! This poem puts memories in my head; makes it easy to visualise. So i like it