Overthinking Why is it done? A survival instinct, perhaps. A path to consciousness, maybe. Or a weight on the mind? It could be.

Is there balance? A yin-yang yet unfound. When thought quiets, there is bliss. But sometimes, it resists.

Spinning and spinning— Faster than a bullet. Swifter than a rocket on a horse. A jet racing through open skies.

And still, sleep comes. Yet the thoughts remain, Restless, searching for release.