Today my head was in a cloud,
My Brain was clogged with fog,
I could not think or plan ahead,
I was encompassed in a smog.
With no will to plan my days ahead,
Not knowing where to go,
If I could clear my Mind today,
My future plans would glow.
What work should I contemplate?
Should I stick to what I know?
Or think of doing something new?
Lest my plans into smoke go.
This daily haze in which I live,
This feeling of no hope,
Is not the way I wish to be,
Nor to slide down the Slippery Slope,
I have been active all my Life,
I have always wished to work,
But now the Future seems so bleak,
But from Work I will not shirk.
Copyright (c) Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 6 August 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem