My name is Thinker,
I don't like it though.
It doesn't suit me,
At least I don't think so.
Often I sit and wonder,
about what lives you people must lead.
What happens when you go home,
since I'm always home.
Are you busy with work?
Tinkering away until the early hours of the morning.
Do you laugh and play about?
Have such a great time with many other around.
Or is it simply boring?
Where all you do is stare at those little screens of yours.
What could be so interesting about your life,
If you come to stare at mine?
I'm sorry,
Perhaps shouldn't be so quick to judge.
But if you were me,
What would you do on this rock all day?
I think you would sit and think too,
sometimes criticizing others for no real reason.
It's not like there is much else to do,
just sitting and thinking.
So maybe my actions are justified,
Or maybe I'm still just making excuses.
I guess I could be wrong about my name,
I do tend to over-think small details.
Maybe that's how I got it,
It's been so long ago I don't even why I'm here.
Maybe it will be best to sit and think,
about only happy thoughts for now.
