Sleepless words in droves to fly,
As weeks or months or years go by,
I think, and over think,
As all my dripping thoughts go, "plink",
Into the deepest memory vaults,
For more over thinking in my endless waltz,
Of two steps forward and four steps back,
I'm surely not regressing. though its progress that I lack,
Cause though years and months and weeks have gone by,
For some of my actions I still wonder why