Overthinking

I don't know whether to laugh or cry

And at times people may think that I'm high

As a kite,

When I take off on flights

Of fancy or go off on rants

Or maybe, just maybe, perchance

I'm just taking the time to enhance

My point of view

So I can see clearly through

To the end of the road

Or as far as the horizon goes.

Maybe I'm searching for wisdom

To get me to the Kingdom.

Looking through the eyes of children,

My only real kindred,

Waiting for a change of season;

Trying hard to find a reason-

The how, the what, the why of it all

So I don't just crumple up and fall

Out of sight, out of mind,

Forgotten by the rest of human kind.

I tell myself I'm playing nice

But perhaps this is just another vice

Like women, drugs and liquor drinking

But then again,
Maybe I'm just overthinking...