The Overthinker Magnet

To be present in reality, Encapsulated In flesh and bones Concurrently, To be nowhere But inside As a ponderer Of things Not yet known. Impossibilities Swirling to ascend Outside Of its familiar, Complicated world To dare be open To criticism and The hatred From the other self And everyone else Lingering, Analyzing Every aspect Of being. The fear Of betrayal And failure Or that all Is for naught. It is perhaps Just overthinking. Or perhaps not, Who knows.