by Megan Shaw

Created on: November 12, 2009

Why does my mind work this way?

I find myself in constant contemplation:

Contemplating society,

Contemplating reality.

Thinking: tick-tock-tick-tock.

I feel insane as I analyze this;

As I analyze that.

This fits here: this means this

And that means that -oh lookie here.

I read this novel-I marked each metaphor

Mulling over each meaning;

Each little word phrase.

Why does my mind work this way?

Am I half crazy or am I really brilliant?

Do I have a gift or a burden?

A gift in that my mind is not so easily fooled.

I can pick out a fake or a phony.

I can quickly decipher irony.

I stand above most in common sense.

I am always thinking of the consequence.

A burden in my never ending restlessness.

I can never be at peace.

My clock is always ticking;

In my ear like a big beast,

Reminding me of this

And reminding me of that.

This and that: Tick-tock-tick-tock.

It is even funny how I wrote this poem-

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