Thinking

Perhaps in the unweary continuity of time
I am excused for my insecurity
And the inclusion of an old yet recurrent enemy
Only heightened my right to be so

Never had I thought
That thinking
Would be an issue

The overthinking...
The obsessive pondering
The pedestal I built high enough so that
I would never climb to be on top
But low enough so that I could
Sling others
To be over my head
And out of my reach

Its the belief that I am what I am
And what I am is not what
I should be

Its the thinking
And there it goes again
Thinking
And thinking
And thinking again...