sitting here thinking;

a million thoughts race through my mind at a million m/s

passing through one another and criss-crossing

forming a patchwork of ideas which make no sense

why do I think of them? why are they there?

what do they mean? why do I care?

it is a struggle to juggle all these thoughts and feelings at once

"It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under"

sitting here attempting to get something constructive done,

to concentrate even if it's just for a minute

it's frustrating how simple the world is, yet how complicated people are

if I cannot understand what is going on in my own mind then it is

futile to attempt to understand what is going on in other's

but never the less I try, I try.

and it makes me wonder..........

why do I try?