I can't think

I think I'm looking for the meaning of life 

To bad you can't find that at your local Walmart 

I don't sleep 

I just think.. 

And think.. 

My thoughts need there own track 

So they can stop infinging on my sleep cycle 

That's called being selfish. 

I work until my feet ache

Sending hopeful emails with no correspondence

But why?

I think it's because my dream is starting to transpire 

It's moving from it's purgatory after performing the necessary steps and it's finally happening. 

And this is why I can't think. 

I can barely breathe. 

I'm afraid that if I exhale, I'll be back at square one