The more I think
The less I act,
thinking is coeval with action
and coterminous with inaction.
I always think, but never
consistently,
for consistency is the fruit of
clearsightedness.
I know thought engenders thought,
but can I fathom my mind
which is a well of thought,
a bottomless pit?
I always overthink –
A streak of Hamlet, perhaps.
The more I learn to think,
I forget what I thought.
It is a vortex from which
Perhaps no traveller returned.
