Too many times have they plagued our minds;
Whether with absence, with presence, or with the passage of time,
Especially during moments of tranquility,
When the voices of woes get louder and filled with hostility.

It’s interesting how when one is alone,
Such thoughts and feelings are heightened tenfold,
Feelings that spill into moments we’re supposed to wind down,
It feels so empty,
Yet so, so loud.

We think so much to the point where it’s unnecessary,
“Overthinking,” in a way, never happens when the source is contemporary.
It always happens in the past tense; days, weeks, months, even—
When the thought should just be a fading memory.

They come to mind in the lowest of points,
Feelings so frightening that they become a challenge to avoid,
As we are too frozen in fear and simply have to wait,
Until the doors of activity finally appear in its place.

But it’s almost inevitable that contemplation becomes the norm,
Because we live in a world where even mundaneness has served a factor,
In the thoughts that we have and the thoughts that we’ll form,
And we lose our sanity hearing the guffaw of thoughts’ laughter.

Maybe “living in the moment” is harder than it’s implied,
Such a mentally taxing portrayal of our lives,
That no one but the strongest of us can emotionally survive,
Even if through which only the weakest will thrive.

We are the weakest majority, not the strongest minority,
Who are forced to struggle with thoughts impossible to escape from,
But we make straying away from this inevitable sensation our greatest priority,
No matter how implausible it could become.

Perhaps the mind’s overarching affect on our lives is what makes us the same—
We overthink so often that it has proven commonplace.
Getting lost in thought is such a wonder but such a shame,
As its source is never the one to blame.

We are.