Analysis Paralysis

Why do we have to over-think
Why can’t we just accept
The simple things that strike us first
That senses intercept
To take face value for its worth
To sit back and relax
And leave analysis alone
Give scrutiny the axe

For there’s a place to probe and to
Critique; evaluate
But sometimes when we’ve dug so deep
It’s really then too late
To see the sights; to smell the smells
To hear, to touch, to feel
The world just as it simply is
Just there – just now – just real!

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Keys

“Can you find them?  Where did I put them?
Oh what the..! For goodness sake!
I swear I left them just right here
Did you have them? Did you take –
My keys – I just can’t find them
They’ve vanished in thin air
It’s like they’ve a got their own life
And have disappeared from there”

But where she’d put them was a mystery
Just like all other things
The more she vexed her memory
The less her mind could sing
And give her any answers
As to where those keys could be
And so the search began at once
To find them instantly

But keys – now there’s the irony
Those things that will unlock
Are the one things that in such times
Give amnesia and brain block
And all memories of where you put them
Remain so locked away
Until you’ve either recut them
Or given up per se!