What's with me..

I stare into the far..
Thinking what's with me..
I think of a relapse..
But then will that work..
I think what's with me..
The sound of laughter..joy..
Or the sprays from a waterfall..
I think what's with me..
I crave for a birds soft cooing..
Yearn to be in the waves of the blue sea..
I think what's with me...
My mind has questions..
Which may not have answers..
I think what's with me..
My mind worries..plays games..
Creating unnecessary fears..senseless..baseless
I think..
I need peace..mostly with myself..
Should end the war..i wage with myself..

I think..not to think anymore..