I Think Poem by Belle Violet

I Think



I think
I think to the point of neurosis.
I think I just think
too much.
But I can't help but wonder about life;
it's bizarre.
And you'll never seem to know
where you actually are.
It concerns me
that I'm floating
and haven't met my tether.
It worries me
to not foresee
the storms I may well weather.
When I am old, I want to say
I always did things
the
right way.
But I know
I will regret it more
If I can't say I knew for sure.

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