Is it right if I call myself an overthinker?
Just because I worry about every little thing?
I might not show it
But sometimes I think I am depressed with the world
At every little thing I see
My thoughts wonder through deep valleys
My soul climbs through high mountains
To search for the reasons behind these incidents
When it rains late at night
I think about the child on the street
Whose blanket is the sky
And his bed is the earth
When I eat a sumptuous meal
I think about those who can't afford to eat like I do
Those who would be happy and satisfied
By the crumbs from off my table
When I see people strive and fail
Work hard and pray
But yet all these do not pay
Nor give them success in return
I think of my future too
Unable to see what lies ahead
My heart breaks
and I wonder what other would turn out to be in the future
I guess I am an overthinker
Who is always worried
Feeling the weight of the world
And praying for a sweet relief on earth
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
