Stinking Thinking
It’s that stinking thinking that knocks you on your tail. It’s that voice in your head saying that you are doomed to fail. It’s that trail in your mind that you’ve trod a thousand times. The furrows are so deep, the sides are hard to climb. That furrow is a canyon now, your feet have cut the way. You never thought that you’d regret the damage you had caused one day. It’s worn deep with repetition, this path you thought would be A path to inhibition, a path to liberty. Oh, but this trail has only ever had one end. It’s a place of shame and misery void of any friend. You may try to leave it, to jump the slippery sides. You scramble with fingers and toes but downward you still slide. That’s the stinking thinking that tells you to give right in. “You are already in the furrow you were never going to win.” There’s no hand holds here, you’ve worn them all away. Do you let the stinking thinking...