Meta-cognition is thinking about thinking. This activity can be addictive and it can lead to "analysis paralysis" in the end. You fail to act because you are too busy working through the mental processes. It is important to remember that you create nothing without action aside from more thoughts. Analytical thought is a great benefit of the human mind. The ability to break things down into their fundamental components is a gift that many people admire. When this gift begins to spin out of control, it is necessary to retrain your mind to get control of your thoughts. Spending a lot of time in a meta-cognitive state yields little productivity. You lost the ability to communicate effectively with others and you find that you are unable to take action due to your indecisiveness.

If I was childish enough
to bring these thoughts to the table
and naive enough
to expose them on paper

how foolishly then
would I
wage war
with the pen
undress your inadequacies

how recklessly
I must delight
in the dust it unravels
or wastefully fuel
such shallow undertones

you then must believe
my arguments are catastrophically ridiculous,
that I garnish them with unworthy attention
that such thoughts should be abandoned with time

buried deep within your manhood
not exorcised or dismantled
in the hands of a child

how immature I am
to publish my feelings
so boldly
take such liberties
with such a serious matter

if I am so brazen and thoughtless
with my words
that I will publicize them anywhere
this must be my most juvenile
entry to date.

they are not fluffed behind me
there are no feathers drawn to the air
then gloriously left in their aftermath

i know you do not pull the morning blinds
then leave them to their rightful beginning
nor do you linger at the neighbors front door
and ask questions as to why i left you

or dare to probe through the dishes as they waft
a cold stench between us
rotate the dust
or acknowledge the wreckage.

this poem needs work....

Its too easy to describe
your touches
falling away from mine

your red lips of winter
smeared in my vision

how easily your memory
collapsed
at the sidelines

how one forgets
everything
inward and between

how effortlessly
your thunder
shifted my horizon

how swiftly
time closed
us in
without each other.