Cradle of Insanity

I was just pondering about certain things
Things that made sense and things that don’t
Things that make the world go round
And things that don’t even matter
Sometimes I think I think too much
Though this thinking doesn’t make me less ignorant
At first I thought it makes me relaxed
But then at a later time my head started spinning
Thoughts upon thoughts kept jumbling themselves
Sometimes at night
I can hardly sleep
Thinking even when I don’t want to think
Images
Visions
Scenes I’ve never seen
Circling and Spinning
Round and round
Until I’ve got no control
Until I’m not myself anymore