too much, too much

too much too much is much too much
sometimes.
i stay away from staying away
much too much
on somedays.
my mind's a fray, a fray, a fray
on sundays
and everyother day
add, minus, add the ones in between
the lines of the weeks
i thawed out but forgot to cook.

too much too much is much too much
stuffed and stuffed with puffy stuff
that doesn't fill the fill
and everyother day
full of nothing stuff
puff, puff, imaginary much too much
stuff.

too much too much is much too much
how can that be?
how can i have too much too much
but not enough?
how can there be too much sound
too much light, too much smell?
and still not enough
touch?

this is all too much too much
my mind's astray, astray, a stray
on sundays
and everyother day
add, minus, add the ones in between
the lines of thoughts
i thawed out but forgot to cook.