PY:Thoughts

They say it's a gift to be able to think

To reason,to figure out the scheme of things

Yet,there are times when I think it's more of a curse

One whose prophecy you cannot escape.

For it is an inner demon,a part of you

And how can you evade yourself?

The wheels in my head rotate and rotate

I ponder over every minute decision

Every fork in the road:

Is this right?Is this wrong?

Is it a tangent that will forever distort my trajectory?

I list out the pros and cons

Hoping the balance will tilt one way

Putting me out of my misery.

But it never does,for there are unknowns on either side

Each of which can take too many values to bear thinking about

So the dreaded process continues

Like a machine headed to wreck itself.

I look around and see oblivious souls

People who let the current carry them as it would a wayward leaf

I envy them for the silence in their heads

No monsters to slay,no questions to answer

How peaceful must such an existence be!

P.S:I'm one of those people who "overthinks" things.In contrast,there are people who have no expectations and live life like a random walk.