A Thinker Can't Think

Music softly threads my fingers
Music that comforted me when I was pleased before
When the past decays what does remain
Nothing and the future soon becomes the past
You see life itself is a stranger to my home
I still do not know who he is truly
And when he bring visitors
He changes back and forth like
What comes from a bipolar personality?
What will the future come with?
Is their more agony left for I felt?
Too much as if I drank the whole medicine
What is left in the cabinet?
Nothing left I mean I have felt
As I finished my course! I earned
More then I wanted and I have been
Pay with talents I have not asked for
The sweetest scent is happiness
But who can ever achieve this because
Happiness can not stay for long here
As a virus cured and then awakes
When it is cured
And who has time for that
To clean your wounds and know
That it shall open again
And For every man that does not
Know how women feel when
It is “her time”
I can say life is as tedious
It pleases at times and
Times it aches
And sadly we have no control

A thinker is as funny as the term "think"
The thinker could not think of a better word
I say “tell me a doctor
Or a true scientist
That knows how to cure
This thing call agony
And I’ll say he is a good scientist

I replied, “A great scientist
I know already and it is God”
he knows how to stop this
he has the remedy of faith
and wisdom