Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
I think too much,
but move so little.
Looking at life,
as some mystical riddle.
I question every move I make,
wondering if each one is a mistake.
Trapped in still-life as the earth revolves,
my mind is constantly testing my resolve.
Second guessing every thought,
Some form of truth always being sought.
Discouraging thoughts and a lot of self-doubt,
Destroying myself from the inside out.
I'm questioning my place in this big, wide world.
Watching parts of my life come unfurled.
I really don't know what to do,
But I'm sure I'll over think that, too.