I think too much.
I make stories up, that will never come true.
I tell my self scenario's, that are impossible.
I hope for things, that never actually happen.
But it's always there.
Hope
Hope for, I can not say.
For it is not something that I believe to be true,
But it's something that I so desperately want,
So Hope remains.
What I say, What I do, I plan.
I have a meaning for everything,
because I think too much.
I overthink, I get scared, I get anxious.
Why must my mind question everything?
Can't I just live in the moment, see what happens?

No.
because that wouldn't be me.
I am someone who thinks too much,
Someone who worries about everything,
and takes everything to the next level.
My thinking may go over the top,
but it gives me occasional happiness,
and eternal hope...i think.