Maybe too smart.
I Analyze others.
I Analyze myself.
Maybe I over Analyze.
It's a realization.
I've recently stumbled;
Onto or into.
I've come to.
Of a conclusion.
I just think;
Way too much.
I look at paintings.
At first with just wonder.
Then I begin to analyze the colors.
The artist uses so many pretty colors.
There are 2 or 3 she uses over and over.
Again and Again.
Then there's this 1 she uses only once.
She uses only once; I wonder why only once.
Then again I analyze. Again I wonder why, only once?
I move on to the signature.
Why is it different on the print;
Then it is when she signs it with pen?
I move on from the paintings;
I move on from myself analization.
I analyze everyday life; life in motion.
Even though it takes away some of the wonder.
I am an intellect; I must analyze everything.
Maybe I'm O.C.D. Maybe I'm A.D.D.
In reality I think I'm just a THINKER.