I think too much
—So much that my mind hazes into mush,
That I trip on the cracks
Of sidewalks that laugh
At my stumbling, ditsy-like ways.
How can I make the noise go away?
Perhaps, a mere touch of my phone
Will keep my sinking ship of a mind afloat.
Only melodies of broken-hearted voices
Vanish my worries of making tough choices:
School, home, love, life—
Why do we succumb to such internal strife?
I think of how I want to live my years ahead,
Hoping my dreams would be fulfilled as I lay in bed.
Or perhaps my mind should just go blank.
Perhaps I should forget how to think.