As an over thinker,
my mind sometime races faster than
the Millennium Falcon,
my rapidly changing thoughts
traveling through wormholes
at warp speed,
flitting from universe to universe
in free fall with nothing to guide
them as they propel themselves
through time and space

and as I overthink this poem,
which I'm obviously doing,
I yearn to float into a state of liberosis,
a realm of perfect relaxation
where I'm able to calm my racing thoughts,
loosen my grip on life's worries,
experience each joy
as boldly and powerfully
as a new mother seeing her baby's
face for the very first time,
or maybe,
it's just not in the cards for me

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