i think too much

I think I made it all up; like when i was a child and drew maps to Joe Lightning’s house-

I think I wanted to believe it soo bad- it isn’t real, believing is innocense-

I think I imagined it, a hallucination, non existent reality-

I think I created it; Masterpiece art-working-too-hard-

I think I was fooled, like a child throwing pennies in a well, honest, just misguided-

I think I hang on too tight, gripping while slippping from the edge-

I think I tasted it. Perfection-

I think I overcame it; what doesn’t kill you…-

I think I’m really 62, I just forgot the past 40 years-

I think life is a battle, it’s too bad i’m a pacifist-

I think i’m better off; life’s too short for pain-  

I think i’m living my autobiography, and this is just a chapter-

I think ”this too shall pass“; pass out, become pas(t)(é), or pass you by-

I think beauty always wins, and the simple things are most beautiful-

I think you get the benefit of the doubt, until you lose trust-

I think jazz is life; random, flowing, and melodic-

I think your own heart can decieve you; balance wins-

I think i think too much-