I think that I think too much. I think of the things I’ve done, the things I’m doing, and the things I’ll do some day. Sometimes, I think I’m right, and sometimes I think I’m just getting it all wrong. I think about where I’ll go when I die. And sometimes, I think I’m a good person. I think of God, life and time. I think, sometimes, that I’m alone, when I’m not. I think of you, stranger. I also think a lot about her, and how beautiful she is. I think about the people in my life, and their stories. I think about the decisions I’ve taken. I think my life would be easier If I didn’t think. Sometimes, like tonight, I think that I think too much.