What makes my brain tick?

Could it be the pricking thorns that my finger may prick?

Does danger bring out my thoughts more

Than a loved one stepping out the door?

Or could it be all these ambiguities making me wonder

Constantly contemplating and speaking with studder.

Does a tick mean that with life that feeds on blood?

Constantly leaching on my mind until I've given up my own thoughts for good.

Or is it that which distracts me in a jolting spasm

Shaking my confidence as my words seem to fall down an eldless chasm.

Clearly, it seems, overthinking is my way,

Thinking about every possibility for everything I do or say.

My overthinking is here to stay; I cannot escape it,

Perhaps because I cannot stop thinking about it...