Perhaps I Overthink

It is on this dull day,
That, I wonder:

What is on the mind of the wonderer?

Jewels? Treasures?
Surviving extreme measures?
Exotic escapades and delightful leisures?

Or perhaps not.
The wonderer possesses time; the thinker possesses reason.

But is reason always reasonable?

Aha! Is it is witchcraft, or sorcery?
Voodoo dolls and black magic?
Or maybe how their reality is truly tragic.

Oh, tragedy. Such a divine thing.

The thinker holds false rationality captive;
The wonderer ponders - watches and waits.
And waits. Until the right moment has arrived.
Waits, until their whole life has drifted into desolation.

Then head first, they plunge into the deep end.
Hoping, so desperately! So earnestly!
Yet never quite achieving.

Dreaming,
yet always fading into the dark,
- yet almighty -
abyss of their mind.