Thinking

Staring up into the darkness
Twinkling star brights
Just billions away
It's so cold
On this rooftop
Though I like it here
It's all my own
My little secret
place of serenity
Pondering life
If I will
Just growing gloomier
I think too much
My mind is too full
But I like it that way
As much as I hate
The way things are
I rarely subject to change
It's bothersome
sleep beckons me
Eyes asking for closure
But I think too much
They shrink and
Dry up
Continue to stare
Into oblivion
Because that's all
What life is really about
Hoping then falling
Then thinking
Then acting
But I haven't acted
Not too much
I'm too tired for that
Always too tired
I don't like this world
I like my own
The ones I create
And wallow around in
To escape
Am I crazy
So be it
It makes everything
Better
Though I have no
Dreams
I have my thoughts
All mine
No one else's
Sometimes I share them
But not too many
For they might
Get away
All my own
That's what they are
Mine
The world may be big
To us
Tiny humans
There's so much more
The heavens look dark
I like the dark
But aren't the heavens
Supposed to be bright
That book told me so
But you can't believe
Just anything in books
For everything is just
Fiction
How do we really know
The truth
We don't
Guesstimating, I suppose
What is science
The truth
Or the made up truth
I don't really care
To know
No
I might not understand
Not completely
My mind is too full
Already