This dumb brain,
Moves in circles,
Strong centrifugal force in vain!
Sends so much energy down the drain!
From wasting thoughts it must refrain!
After all what’s the gain?
Tell me,
Any point having feet in many trains?
Thinking too much is the bane.
Like playing around with a lion's mane...
You know you are gonna get slain,
But you still do it,
As if it were a daring game!
Huh! I say! It's brain drain!...
...makes the brightness wane
From your face again,
While your brows make the 'furrow' lane,
And no longer can the stress contain!
Centillion thoughts churn and turn,
Like little children in utter pain.
The pain's never in sight plain,
But it kills slowly, though Gandhiism (:-o) it would feign!
Utter nonsense clogs the brain,
And proliferates! (:-/), as if it was never alien!
Really!! If over-thinking had a smell,
It would fill you with disdain!
...
Ohh godd noo!! Now look how the thoughts have reached a new plane!
Disgusting! Uhh! Totally un-tamed!
As if waiting to actually make me FEEL the disdain!
Uaackk! "go away right from where you came!
And never crowd my brain again!
For no one needs you and you are just a pain!"
Enough time wasted on extra thoughts yet again…
Well, guess i'll get back to looking outside the rainy window pane ...!
;)
An attempt based on the pattern of an earlier composition "Do I Love, or is it Lusty Amor?". Do check that one out too. :P
