It's all part of the same thing
That's what you have to understand
Although that message doesn't ring
True, in the ever-shifting sand;
For there are so many facets
To this multi-sided ghost
That raise debts and strip assets
And you unwittingly play host;
If only there were a switch
Attached to the side of your head
All your problems to ditch
All the right things to have said;
To unscramble the secret code
To focus through the blur
To set you on the right road
To stop the blizzard and the whir;
But just remember above all
As your senses scream and sing
Like the many bricks in the wall
They're all part of the same thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting look at anxiety. Nice imagery.