She became aware of voices in her head
Were they there to cause her to be misled
She hesitated and was full of doubt
Or was it her inner voice crying out
She wasn't interested in the noise
And prided herself on her poise
She desired a suitable distraction
Something to pacify her dissatisfaction
So with a quick connection to Wi-Fi
She ran across a British punk rock lullaby
The Clash 'London Calling'
Was found to be enthralling
She shut her eyes and enjoyed the melody
Tapped her foot and pondered her destiny
As the end of the tune grew near
She was ready to indulge in a cold beer
So off to where all knew who she is
And don't care if she looks a frizz
Her friends refuse to let her grieve
If only she could get her demons to leave
'Do. Or do not. There is no try' Yoda once said
When Luke was ready to give up and drop dead
Soon, back to the mountain she must climb
And as normal, she'll get it all done...just in time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem