Paralysis of Analysis

There comes a point with analysis When you return to the beginning Your thoughts under paralysis A head around that’s spinning You can no longer see the right Can no longer see your path Stop differentiating between day and night Exposed to both care and wrath Your love becomes your hatred Whilst your hate becomes your love Your logic is now wasted As your immobilised from above Prevented from a reason A wanted answer which seems just Blinded to acts of treason As you throw away your trust And watch the actions around you Contradiction seems emblazed Lies merge into what is true Your mind is left now dazed So when you reach the thought Which brings you back to the start Do as you must not as you ought Then maybe you’ll keep your heart There comes a point with analysis When you no longer know what know Your thoughts under paralysis While the heart jumps to and fro