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overthinking
It seems as though sleep solves it all
the riddles forming inside my head
soon as I wake it all crumbles and falls
filled with words that I should have said
it’s a labyrinth, a quite mysterious one
I have not a clue if I locked myself in
contemplating all the things I have done
counting the paths in which I can win
It seems as if I’m counting sheep
and as I begin they all disappear
and once again I just can’t get any sleep
I lay with thoughts of distraught and of fear
all while the clock keeps ticking away
and with it the dreams that I should’ve dreamt
but here I am without any word to say
regretting the wasted times that I spent
overthinking over what could’ve been done
what has taken me out and into the fray
but alas, once again she comes out, the sun
and well, here’s to another wasted day
the riddles forming inside my head
soon as I wake it all crumbles and falls
filled with words that I should have said
it’s a labyrinth, a quite mysterious one
I have not a clue if I locked myself in
contemplating all the things I have done
counting the paths in which I can win
It seems as if I’m counting sheep
and as I begin they all disappear
and once again I just can’t get any sleep
I lay with thoughts of distraught and of fear
all while the clock keeps ticking away
and with it the dreams that I should’ve dreamt
but here I am without any word to say
regretting the wasted times that I spent
overthinking over what could’ve been done
what has taken me out and into the fray
but alas, once again she comes out, the sun
and well, here’s to another wasted day
Published 30th Nov 2020
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