Thinking Too Much

Its true, I worry way too much.

I know that control is an illusion, I know this, damn it
But my face and my thoughts will never let it be
Born of a mind that tends to take harried walks with no shoes
My dreams are made of concrete and barbed wire
The sex never coming to fruition, the vampires dining as friends watch.

You tell me everything will be alright and I swim against the current
And regardless of the trial you are right every time, crisis averted
The clock is reset and the tide flows in, smooth and even
Interrupted once again by the storms in my heart
Intuition is an all day sucker and I am always here to say, what if?

Reviews

[Iam-me]

Oh, the joys and misery of thinking too much and the undying woes of anxiety. That kicks you into touch. Great piece Crowley. That leaves you battered and bruised mentally.

[Lorry]

Well I was going to mention my own kryptonite moments, when my skull becomes like lead that no inspirational muse can penetrate....but I made the mistake of reading CQ's review first and thought to myself "oh whats the bloody point?"
I cant compete with that....because my skull is made of lead and all my good thoughts cannot escape :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I told you ...only enter if you dare...so is it my sexy dreams or your sexy dreams or those darn muses sexy dreams that seem to be so haunting? These are the pitfalls of empathy Cee...never knowing the who of the walk of sleeplessness,, the sexless fruition...the smell of blood from concrete scratches and barbed wired pricks. We are all bloodsuckers only some of us walk around shoeless with intuition and some of us walk around fangs out with intent.