I just shouldn't think to myself.
I think to myself–
if people were rain
I’d be a drizzle
and you a hurricane
I float through existence
with nothing but a sigh
no effort put towards living
no reason enough to die
you captivate the world we know
holding your mind in return
you feed from wisdom, no satiation
and me? I’ll never learn.
I think to myself–
if lifetimes were questions
formed by the gods
to play out their lessons
what moral am I?
do I lead out some meaning?
am I worth any wisdom?
is my passion demeaning?
should I follow my wants
or stick with survival?
are you too worth my time
or am I stuck in denial?
I just shouldn’t think to myself.
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