Too Many

I have too many ideas in my head.

Too many dates to remember.

Too many dates I would rather avoid.

Too many to do’s.

Too many things to finish.

Too many things to start.

Too many words to say.

Too many memories to live back through.

It’s just too many of everything.

So instead there’s silence.

I just don’t know where to start.

Everything goes round and round.

So I stop.

And the too many grows.

And I sit.

There’s too many memories.

Too many emotions.

Too many what it’s.

Too many if only’s.

And never ever enough time.