أنه يخبرك أنه يعرف أكثر منك
حتى لو خاب التوقع آلاف المرات
سيأتي في المرة الألف وواحد
القلق يحافظ على حياته بخوفك
أنا أخاف عليك أكثر مما تخاف على نفسك
لا أن الخطر ربما لن يحدث الآن
الذي يقنعك أنك لن تسطيع الحياة من دونه
Anxiety whispers, claiming it knows better,
Tells you danger is looming, closer than ever.
"Expect it," it says, "Even if a thousand times it's not come,
On the thousand-and-first, it surely will dawn."
Anxiety boasts of its wisdom, profound,
Claims it knows where danger's found.
It sustains its existence by stoking your fears,
Much like a sycophant feeding off tears.
"I fear for you more than you do for yourself,
I am your second mind, stealthily placed on the shelf,
Your smarter conscience, always alert,
Always ready for impending hurt."
Anxiety tells you it sees clearer,
Claims inner peace is like the ostrich, my dear.
Ignoring the source of peril, blind and naive,
Not that the danger might never arrive.
Anxiety plays with you a familiar game,
"Wag the dog" or as Egyptians claim,
"Look at the birdie", a distraction so fine,
Drawing your gaze from what truly aligns.
Anxiety is the corrupt officer in your mind's aisle,
Convincing you, without it, life's not worthwhile.
Anxiety is treacherous and sly,
A deceitful friend, spinning a lie.