I sometimes overthink things.
My brain gets lost in bouts of vigorous self reflection, providing corrections
Full of well intended constructive criticisms.
Maintaining a steady stream of witticisms to cover fear of my possible flaws.
Apologising for all the problems I may or may not cause.
Looking for truth and the belief in something greater.
Impatient for now to be the better later.
My mind paints pretty pictures on the inside of my eyes.
Chattering endlessly to prove itself productive.
Overly instructive.
Obsessed with potential pleasure.
Measuring its size to the size
of other minds.
Blind.
Frustrated with my bodys’ inherent failings.
Railing against cruel fate
berating it soundly
Profoundly alone in its prison of bone.
I gotta calm my thinkatron, and not waste energy by constantly leaving it on.
Keep my brain in repose until it knows it’s needed
Relax, making sure my muscles and emotions are heeded.
Take a load off my mind and rejoice
Kick back and listen to my body’s voice.