on the grapevines

i think many times i cannot figure out what i’m thinking.

so bad, i try to be rational, but many times cannot.

many times i know that let it go nay be the best solution; but that was only thinking.

this time, again: i try to believe my glint more than my rational side.

before this,  i found that my reason is based on my bias.

sigh, i can do rational for others. but for my own self, i hardly do.

sigh again.