Sometimes the stress of living
Wraps me like a knife,
Tight, sharp-bladed,
Pressed close to my skin
So that everything’s constricted
And a touch makes me jump! and snap!
And tensions piled high become a mountain
That would topple and explode
And take me down with it, too,
If I didn’t just walk away -
Walk away,
Walk away,
Walk away -
Retreat to my own shut-off land
Where no one enters
And the slightest knock of anyone trying to get in
Is met with a ferocious
‘Get lost!’
That kills all doubt
And just leaves me alone -
Just leave me alone, please !
The stress of daily living can sometimes get to us, and all we want to do is to retreat from the world…
