Just Stuff

Always thinking But never knowing Constantly sinking And never glowing Feeling kind of different Eating pancakes Becoming diffident Jumping into freezing cold lakes Where did all the good things go Im ready to break My mind is what i need to slow Or it's my world that will shake I find my peace in poetry I find it in what i write Like a lumberjack tearing down a tree Its what's right So then what's wrong Will it ever be done It has been too long Staring into the sun