A telephone is ringing
My mind is a jumble
With cacaphonies singing
And thoughts all awhirl
The world is spinning
Spinning my head off
I'm no longer winning
The rat race anymore
The other rats are eating me
They won't stop 'til I'm dead.
(1985)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was written when I was half my current age. Thank goodness I don't feel this way anymore.