The Thinker

I am thinking
Always thinking
A mess of lost and troubled thoughts
My mind a tangled web of sorts
Always working
Always turning
Ever stays it quietly churning
I cannot sleep
I cannot wake
These constant thoughts my mind will take
No peace to come
No stillness reigns
It will not cease it's endless pains
It rushes on, goes back and forth
It's east and west and south and north
It's black and white
It's day and night
It's now and then, again and again.
No calm
No end
No tablet form this mind to mend
I think, I think and that is all.
Til into silence I can fall.