I think sometimes,

Sometimes too much,

Somtimes I do things without thinking,

But usually not.

The thing of it is,

Through all this thinking,

And not thinking,

I forget that life hands us lemons;

I don't have time to make much lemonade,

I'm too busy thinking.

Life says we should stop and smell the flowers;

What does a rose smell like?

I don't have time to think about that.

Thinking and rethinking and overthinking,

These thoughts take me where?

Some far off, distant, magical place?

No.

They keep me in my head.

The rest of the world moves on.