I am constantly thinking.
But what I am thinking about is thinking about what I am thinking about. It is as if my mind is contemplating itself and in that contemplation, is considering and evaluating the thoughts about itself that may or may not be significant or even worth considering. And then, of course, there are thoughts I think might be interesting, but then maybe not, but if not, I think, should I put them aside and go on to other thoughts, but what if those thought interfere with whatever new thoughts I might have had had I not had the thoughts I had already had?
The more I think, the more I fret
I’ll have more thoughts I can’t forget.
Citizen Poet 