To Ponder or Not to Ponder

To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question. Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours To dwell on the questions that plague my mind? I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering, Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep. A skeptical girl's dream is a paranoid's nightmare. The mind wanders the winding path, ways blockaded by the immaturity of age's eye. Paths extend, arms outstretched, sclera comes into view. I enter the land of darkness and trivial trifles, numbers rapidly rising. To observe then look away - oh what a gift. The fluttering, juvenile gaze upon life offers a plethora of privileges. A jovial demeanor, an emaciated ego, a blithe smile - charities that are given to the majority. The plights that plague me are mere afterthoughts in the meandering mind of the thoughtless. Idealizing, reading, puzzling reserve themselves for the fragmented, slightly distorted. And now I must ponder, what the slightly distorted save themselves from.