Right side and left one of the brain
Why do they contradict again and again
One says go, the other says no
Right says turn right
Left says, left you should go
They both confuse me, steady and slow
Right, so recklessly emotional
When Left talks, it's all methodical
Right, so artistic viewed
Left, to the logic its glued
Right, feels the love and pain
Left, looks at what's there to lose and gain
Right wants whats good for soul
Left, the health, that's it's goal
Right wants to run wild in any direction
Left, holds the hand, and makes the correction
Why is there, this divide
When they both are really on my side
Both belong only to me
So why so differently, do they both see.
One says you are bound, the other says you are free.
I think its their joint effort, to totally confuse me.
Right side and left one of the brain
Why do they contradict again and again
Don't they realise, its such a pain
To think which side to listen to and think where's the gain.
The left side or the right side, of my poor brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem