Overgrowth

My life is becoming exponential

and so these feelings cannot stop growing

but when a thought exceeds its potential

I would rather have sentiments slowing.

I shear the excess out onto the page

but it spurts back though my veins to my heart

so that words become obsolete and aged

and are just as naïve as at the start.

So shall I leave the growth to manifest

and let myself become a natural mess

or do I feel that trimming is best

and let the waste weigh my weary heart less?

To make a decision I must be bold;

from now on my words shall be less controlled.