On Thinking Too Much

On Thinking Too Much You think too much, she said, and I think She might be right; she, whom once I fell in love With and think of still. Thought on thought, I explore every option, each an Imagined path through life; intricately building fairy castles And fantastic worlds of love. I think too much, yet say very little, fantasy worlds Locked inside my head; speaking is revealing, exposing Self to risk of rejection. And yet I wonder, in moments of introspection, what would I lose to speak my thoughts; knowing, as with she, I Might hear the unvarnished truth. But then again, as with she, I might have a friend For life, whose eyes look out at me With amused and understanding affection. I think too much, and remember a troubled childhood And the search for love and recognition; to build myself Defence against a cold world. And here I am again, with you, who has not Yet laid down the strict boundaries as did she; And I think too much still.