That’s How it Ends


I dream too much,
I think too little,
And then my dreams die,
And I start to over think,
Everything.

I wish for things,
That are not possible,
I can’t understand,
Why I choose to be sad.

I need to think,
Some time, and space,
But too much I,
Will kill that thing.

And then,
I might have,
Just,
Done,
Something,
Right.

And I suppose,
That is how,
It ends.

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