Overthinking

by Sam M. Phillips

Play your life out,

When in doubt

Just go about

Your business like you’ve always done,

This mess of a life is no fun

If you analyse every moment,

I am a monument

To this torment,

I’m meant to live by my own rules,

But I’m one of those fools

Who is very theoretical,

My life not identical

To my ideals,

Mental illness steals

My ability to make change,

I cannot rearrange

My life into a model

For you to follow,

I borrow from here and there,

I do not care

For perfect world views,

I just want to provide clues

On how to live a real life

Amongst the ever-swirling strife,

Hurling knife

Into heart.

.

The start

Begins with death,

Each in and out breath

Is a microcosm of the universe,

What can be worse

Than knowing such heavy knowledge?

It drives a wedge

Between me and functioning,

I’m auctioning my future,

Unable to suture

High thought

With lifestyle sought,

Everything must be bought,

And I’ve paid a high price

For all of my nice

Turns of phrase,

My soul burns in a maze

Of claustrophobic confusion,

The tremendous tension

Is a result

Of all the tumult

I have created,

I have hated

Myself for too long,

There is nothing wrong

With being a philosopher,

But if you are not

I suggest you stop Thinking and get on with your day.

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