Overthought

Sometimes I feel I’ve spent life
In thought that steals me away.
I have yet to determine
Whether that is positive.

If ever there was a skill
In which I’ve earned mastery,
For sure, I’ve spent ten-thousand 
Hours trapped in “Overthought”.

It can be a lonely place,
Though I suppose you learn to
Enjoy the company of 
Ideas that live and breathe.

I am often a silent
Observer, which redeems me.
People tell you how they feel,
While never saying a word.