"I think I think too much"

I say aloud as I lay alone in

my dark bedroom;

it's 2 a.m. and

thoughts flit about my mind -

I can almost see them 

flying around me as the

flashes of neon colors that appear when

my eyes are closed

or I'm

in the dark.

"I think I think too much"

I say aloud once more as I ponder

everything and nothing

all at once.

I think, I think, I think

until my thoughts smother me and

I am consumed by the swirling vortex of

my mind.