I Think

I think not once Nor twice but thrice But all my thinking Aren't making me wise The decision which I took first Then changing it completely with the second thought And with the third cogitation I am lost Maybe I'm slow To switch on the brain Or I might be afraid of thoughts rain As it keeps on coming from dusk till drawn At this point of time I guess it's better to sleep Although there also lies the fear of dreams Which brings with it all different kinds of believes