In Our Heads

One aspect of being human
Is how we tend to
Dwell inside our heads,
Conjuring up interpretations
Of everything we see,
Dreaming up fantasies,
Most of which, fortunately,
Never happen.
We worrying over
All the if scenarios,
Imagining what could
Go wrong,
Entertaining fears
In countless forms.
We ponder the meanings
Of things said,
Wondering what they
Were really saying
Between the lines.
We spook ourselves silly
With internal conversations
That end up in
Shouting matches
Between the two sides
Of our brains.
We argue with ourselves
Over which way to go,
And generate conversations
That disempower us,
Belittling our efforts.
We are experts at
Nurturing some past wrong
Or perceived transgression
While plotting our revenge.
The head is a dangerous neighborhood,
And no place to hang out.
There are no friends there
And lots of dead ends.