Anxiety lyrics
by Virginia Woolf
Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss. I look down; I feel giddy; I wonder how I am ever to walk to the end. But why do I feel this: Now that I say it I don’t feel it. The fire burns; we are going to hear the Beggar’s Opera. Only it lies all about me; I can’t keep my eyes shut…And with it all how happy I am — if it weren’t for my feeling that it’s a strip of pavement over an abyss