A Thinker's Headache

Thoughts swirl around me
Like a cyclone sent to kill
My head is like a ticking time bomb
Set to explode on its destined will

I don't know why I do this
To stress and worry like always
Questions and theories forming
Until I'm old and acquiring grays

Too inquisitive and suspicious
I put it upon myself, it's true
I can not blame another thinker
For the pondering I do

Sometimes I find my answer
Other times more questions arise
Some still remain unresolved
Some I know are answered by lies

When I find the eye of my storm
I bask in the peace I find
But when I get sucked back into it
It's to hell with it for my mind