You think too much—
Always reaching for more,
Convinced you’re smarter,
Yet losing what’s already yours.

You think too much,
And the moment slips away—
The people, the emotions,
They fade at the break of day.

For what?
To mourn photographs of what you lived?
To pine for a past that felt brighter,
Wishing to hold on to it tighter

You think too much,
And life passes you by—
Not in the present,
But trapped in a memory’s lie.