The thoughts go continuously around in my head,
I listen too carefully, to distinguish what is said.
I follow each idea, around and around,
I worry about each nuance, each meaning, each sound.
I spend all my time floating in this prison of the mind,
I lose all focus, it's the exit I can't find.
I must get back to earth, at least one foot on the ground,
Get away from the blur, distinguish one sound.
I know the way out of here, one very simple way,
To focus on something I love, to whom should I pray?
I now can finally slip out of the carousel in the brain,
Grasp reality one more time before I go insane!
Overthinking is an infliction many have. This is so well depicted my friend in this piece of writing. I hope you found your way out! Focus on one thing at a time...sometimes hard! 10+++++ great write!
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it's the exit I can't find. focusing on something for which the mind jumps for. this is the only medicine. a very fine psychological poem. thank u. tony