Sitting here, alone with my thoughts.
Thinking of the 'should have's' and 'can-nots'
Wondering about the 'what-ifs' and 'I oughts'
Pining until my brain clots.

The madness swirling inside my head,
Is struggling to be laid to bed.
But like fire, it burns because its fed
Weighing me down like heavy lead.

And of course I am musing over you,
But yet I am sure you have no clue
That I am pondering what to do
Should I chill or make a move?