so many questions in me have you stirred,
simply by telling me that the world
was not meant to be observed
now I’m questioning why I think
how I think, the whole nine yards
who is thinking, where is thinking
why is it “nine”?
its origin, I can’t recall
is it the buzz of my mind that is the issue,
or the questions it asks –
the kinds that lack quick and easy facts?
but who’s to say who thinks better?
the one who cannot hold in their mind,
a fraction of the content of mine –
the one whose brain threatens to implode
when I ask them, how relative is time?
it’s like saying you love too much,
or you dive too deep –
but you don’t get to the olympics
by swimming just a couple feet
not everyone aspires to be an athlete
or was equipped for what that path entails
so when you tell me I think too much
I wonder, was your brain simply made frail?
but not from a scholarly vantage point
or in a quick-witted, condescending tone
for I simply seek to understand
not to put others in a hole
for who’s to know who has gone deeper
and who has floated highest above?
and is ‘deeper’ truly a curse,
stop! through my thoughts you shove
or is it an inference from a biblical verse?
but you don’t have time for my antics – look!
a quick distraction has always been
one of your very favourite tactics
how can we get along better, is my question here:
if our minds diverge on such separate paths,
it won’t matter that we’re sitting so near