Can'T Stop Thinking
My brain is on constant overdrive
and it won't leave me alone.
Thinking, thinking, thinking
about random bull every second of the day.
Like whether I can weather the weather...
How exactly will I die?
Don't get me started about late night,
wide-eyed, crooked arm behind-the-head, ceiling-staring
thinking myself in circles.
Probably why my thoughts have little to no point;
it's even worse when I'm stoned.
Oil is produced from dinosaur bones
and gelatin is made from animal bones.
So can my niece power her school bus with her packed lunch?
I think about past mistakes,
but what use is thinking about them if I can't change a thing?
Sleep overtakes me as I think about what thinking means...
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