LogicA Poem by Teresa RoseWrote this a while back after I stopped myself from thinking to much.Thinking irks me It controls me It makes me unable to express what I feel It paralyzes me in fear, Making me go into downward spiral of an existential crisis Yes, it is useful. But to what degree? Must I always just sit there and think of how to answer something Or must I sit and let my mind wander to things that will never happen
Must I force my daydreams to become pleasant things? Even though my mind ends up crashing down my wishful thinking
Thinking haunts me It haunts me to a degree that I want to never wake up It turns my dreams into nightmares it turns my desires into the unachievable
The thoughts of my logical brain Breaks my heart Because I know, most things might not happen Even though there is always a chance
But I always end up thinking A thought That might make my wish Something I never wanted in the first place © 2014 Teresa RoseAuthor's Note
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