Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
As if saying it repeatedly
Somehow
That would make it happen easily
Thinking through options
As if we have every option
There is nothing more troubling
Then considering an impossibility
Yet we do it religiously
Almost becoming paralyzed
As if Medusa was in our sights
We remain statuesque
Allowing everyone to admire us
While we stand there resembling
Nothingness
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
Flowing through our psyche
We are more that what we seem
Yet we become the essence of nothing
We only resemble that hardened rock
Only value is providing shadow
As those traveling the path are weary
We want to believe that thinking is tiring
Just to validate our ability
That we can take up space
While not adding value to anything
Nothing is changed by our inability
Yet we claim victory
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
When do we plan?
When do we do?
How long should we plan?
How long should we do?
Where should we go?
When should we get there?
What should we expect?
What obstacles will we face?
Where is the end?
Where is the beginning?
When do we start?
Endless questions of nothing
Will only lead to nothing
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
Time passes by us
Whether we are in motion
Even if we are standing still
That unforgivable second
Doesn’t care about our will
The intent of our thought
Is only realized through our action
That second we just lost
Is just but a fraction
But if all we do
Is waste every fraction
The derivative of that second
Lost like subtraction
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
We have thought enough
To last a million life times
Industrial revolution
Outright crimes against humanity
They have removed us
From what we are naturally meant to be
Doing all kinds of things
Consuming discretionary consumables
Endlessly forsaken our God given responsibilities
Then claiming salvation for a resurrection
Without changing any aspect of humanity
The sheer revelation of blasphemy
Living a life filled with thinking
Thoughts reverting feverishly
Sy Bryant 