I think too much. 

Is that too much to say? 

I think too much. 

I just grew up this way.

 

I think too much.

Everything I feel seems broken.

I think too much.

Everything I touch seems to die.

 

No, not die, but blossom into whatever it wants to be.

Am I crazy for making all this jumble in front of me?

 

I always say I need a peace of mind.

But every piece of my mind is always in a bind.

Am I crazy?

Am I abnormal in any way?

Am I confused?

Or just too damned to stay?

 

My thoughts are fighting now…trying to decide if this is shit or just pure gold.

Should I put all my hard work in, just to have it be put into a mold?

I’m tired of worrying, feeling depressed, while more and more of my thoughts just want to be repressed.

 

What’s real and what’s just my mind?

There’s no conductor to judge my time.

 

Can anything put my thoughts on track?

Or shall I assume I’ve lost my “track of mind”.

 

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