Thinking too much
Things I cannot change
Going circular in my brain
Around and around they churn
Neurons begin to burn
Headaches from tears
And enhanced fears
Could it be as simple
Could it be defined
Just to let things go
It’s not your design?
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Definitely not MY design, and especially not at 3 in the morning:-)
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This morning before 3 they were plowing the parking lot.
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Ugh!
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I was told for years “just let go” and for the life of me couldn’t figure out how, learning to write helped me get control of my mind. Your poem is poignant . . . . just saying, Claudia
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Thank you. It does help.
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A good laugh helps, Hugs
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Thanks for the hug! : )
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This is excellent. Almost like you wrote the words out of my head. π Amanda
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Thank you, but that’s not really good to hear, is it? π
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Pretty much!
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