I’M THINKING AGAIN
Tending to overthink and over complicate the minuscule would drive anyone insane
Thinking
and thinking
and thinking
and thinking
But what about?
Nothing just what’s in front of me and what it might mean
But there’s nothing of importance in it so why does it matter
It matters because we take for granted the little things that surround that could uplift us
It matters because that rock you kick on your way home from work or school or
whatever you may be involved in
It moves with the help of something else
We move with the help of others
We move with what bothers us
We move with the world
But the world does not move with us
As humans we search for meaning through everything we do searching for validation of existence
We aren’t humans at all were just animals trying to survive
Similar to those ants you step on
This world will step on you without hesitation
One moment you’re standing on a table with your little wooden toolbox telling the world you’re Going to fix it the next moment your sitting in your bathroom
Toilet lid closed
Eyes resting on your face
As you as ask yourself
“why did i want to go grow up so fast”
Now stuck in a loop of hopelessness and regret
You stand in the mirror of hope to see who you’ve become
Your mothers eyes and your fathers mouth
A collection of everything you’ve stolen from the people you’ve encountered
You stand there asking yourself
Who Am I But You
Who Are You But I
Who are We but each other
How selfish to put I before You
But i’d rather care for I than wonder if you care for You
