Whatever You Name It; Stress

Oh, there lies baggage comprising a lot,

Some bunch of stressing stuff and a few non-stop thoughts,

A chaotic voyage is it may be,

Sinking down with the turn of time,

Vanishing the smiles, 

Causing a struggle to hold on to the traces of hope,

Oh, I see no life reaching the shore, 

As the brutal waves around have wicked 

masks on,

Whatever is it,

Baggage,

or 

Voyage,

The pain and suffering it surrounds,

It, undoubtedly, is the same.