Thinking

More often than naught,
people think.
But even more often that that,
people brood.


Brood till,
the loot of a hoot,
had a moot in the room,
with the pool in the woods,
like a boot with a hood,
like a root with a Woot!


Thinking about the things,
about their hurts
about their work
about their sufferings
about their failings
about their pains.
and they think,
about could have beens,
about had beens,
about would be,
about jelly beans,
about long beans,
about Stinky Beans!

In short,

excessive thinking hath rendered,
a logical sound mind,
with brilliancy devine,
into a jamble of brambles.


In even SHORTER TERMS,


Crazy.


So lets just learn,
to attain just that calm.
Just that peace.

Through
Your dear,
My dear,
Our Dear,

Father above.

Just learn to let go,
with a brighter outlook,
as tonight is a good night,
with tomorrow being a better night.

So heres,




GOOD NIGHT! (: