Thoughts In My Abscence

Although I don’t write much, still I think Not gaining really in this mindless quest Too much thinking pushes me to the brink No longer able to swim I’ve begun to sink Each new day offering the same old test Although I don’t write much, still I think Brief moments of hope, that last a blink Just bring a short smile at the very best Too much thinking pushes me to the brink When times like this came I used to drink In that state, even I myself, I did detest Although I don’t write much still I think Day by day my hope increasingly shrinks The very soul I doubt, cries for some rest Too much thinking pushes me to the brink My life is like a chain, missing one link Too be dragging through, I feel as a pest Although I don’t write much, still I think Too much thinking pushes me to the brink