There is a daily fight of mine
A battle there to hold the line
Sanity is distinction, fine
Can I hold onto my mind?
Reality confuses me
When nothing makes a lot of sense
My thoughts will start slipping free
Is there a foothold to find hence?
But then I take some comfort in
And while pondering here alone
The feeling that this reality
Is not entirely etched in stone
Life is apparent paradox
As opposing themes hold hands
And do a tango on my brain
Which I’ll never understand
So I’ll embrace the seeming chaos
Of society’s normal disarray
Though logic’s sometimes at a loss
Life just tends to be this way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feeling that this reality is not entirely etched in stone - This is beautiful. I truly love this line.