The Overthinker's Mastery
I said a lot to myself
Without spitting any words.
I created the world where
Talking is a waist
But thinking is a curse.
No body heard me talking
But I said a lot to myself.
I traveled over mountains
Even the skies were beneath my fit
But soul and flesh was there with
Everyone.
I've seen a lot and I kept talking
But no one heard me, until I was quite.
I felt craziness in me
But I realized that I'm not
Alone in this curse.
Most people failed on this subject
And end up in a ward with high walls
but I've mastered the art of soul
Searching.
Continued with the conversation
In my mind.
Laughing is norm
And silent cries filled with hope.
Questions asked but
Answers are minimal.
All I can do is to overcome
Overthinking be normal
Like everyone and every body else.
Overthinking is a curse...
Copyright © Benedict Msawenkosi Khubeka | Year Posted 2025
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