"What are you waiting for?"
"Do it"
"Pull the trigger"

I am not sick
But my mind burns like fire
Contemplating the littlest things in life
Cold metal pressed to my temple
Trying to chill my mind
I have no control over it
As it runs a little to wild
A little to free
Hope that I can someday get a grip on my own thoughts
Keeps me from painting a portrait of my mind on my wall

But how long can one hope?