Thinking Poem by Iris Park

Thinking
Lying down thinking of last night
thinking of tomorrow.
How can I find my soul at home.
with all of this chaos.
Trying to find a my bed room with all
this chaos going on in my head.
I have found my bed room at last.
Standing near the windowsill
Thinking about love, friends, and family.
Waiting for rain drops to drip down one by one.
One second I am thinking about my love.
While one rain dropp goes down and drips.
I want to block the world and just be left alone.
Thinking and thinking until the next day.
When there is nothing to think about
I will be in a grave.