Thinking

                                                                 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.