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Overthinking #2

Meditation comes in all shapes and sizes

for life to be fully expressed,

but is hard to harmonise body and mind,

and sometimes they need some aid.

The more I seem to try,

the more I seem to fail.

Whenever I'm eager to go back

to a particular time and space.

I wish I could turn my head off,

I wish there were some leisure time for my soul!

Overthinking quite often deprives me

from the wonderful art of spontaneity.

Let's shut that system down,

let's leave fear behind,

let me at least for tonight

get some peace of mind.

How busy should I be

so as to forget pondeing shit around me?

Maybe it's a matter of time

until once again I get on track.

When here shit gets dark

there's only me, myself and I -

I thus become my worst enemy,

and, contradictory enough, my effect remedy.

Whenever my true colours are shown

a voice range can be perceived,

but only those dear and near who know

do rarely forget how to proceed.

They are used to tell some jokes,

they also tend to ignore

that grey cloud of disgusting vomit

always spinning around my orbit.