Back and forth, back and forth,
the thoughts in her head go.
Back and forth, like an unbalanced chair,
Compelling her to think, over and over again.
They say the grass is greener on the other side.
Reality says, it isn't.
Things in the mirror are closer than they appear.
Geddit?
Too many things scattered in the head,
Running around like mice in a pantry full of food,
Atleast the mice can have fun,
Without worrying about calories, cholesterol and the other 'c's of life.
They say, life is short, work hard party harder.
But why try so hard, to do everything harder?
Life is short, so relax,
Laugh, get drunk, sleep for over 12 hours on weekends.
Note to self: don't overanalyze.
Note number two to self: don't confuse yourself.
And if the sticky notepad is not over yet,
Note number three to self: don't confuse others.
PS: There's too much chaos in the head, my head, your head, so don't try to get the meaning out of this post. If you still are trying to decode it, read note number one to self, again.
~C
~C
