Today, I am trying my best not to feel depressed by the things that haunt me.
I think too much, even about trying not to think about it at all.
I always rush at life and its complexities.
Seeking to find my fortune in the territory of others.
Not monitoring at all, how I am breaking apart.
Even if there is ever an elixir to overthinking, which is not to think at all.
It is only an elixir, a fictional solution to a real problem.
With just how much a moment could count,
With its worth like a speeding bullet.
You can either shoot yourself with it or hit something great.
And if you missed just hope it doesn’t ricochet.