Contemplation

Sometimes I wish
I could stop thinking
Because when I do
I do it quite too much

And I end up being sad
Not that I intended to
But I think of the good
And I think of the bad

And at the end of it all
I contemplate a lot
There’s just too much of the bad
And I let these things get to me

So I let go of the good
And I let the bad infest me
And there’s nothing I can do
Except just let it be

I try to convince myself
That all would be alright
But tthere’s nothing I can do
To make myself stop

And I can’t help but wish
That I could disappear entirely
And I wish for nothing other than
For the ground to consume me

Because when I think
I do it too much
And when I think of the bad
I could do it all day long