A quick poem on the dangers of overthinking, and perhaps the history and true meaning behind navel gazing. I don't know how much thinking poetry there is in the world, but perhaps I can become the first epistemological poem writer. I also love the term 'Navel Gazing'!
I hope this captures some of my own problems in trying to resolve very difficult things. Usually story plots, in my own case, and when I get to the end I can't remember what it was that I was trying to resolve. Working backwards - my brain loses track of the solution. In the end, I find that thinking about the whole thing was a waste of time and I need a good cup of tea to sort me out. And in the mean time, I'm going to spend some time gazing at my navel.
Over thinking and navel gazing
The danger of true over thinking, my friend,
is believing that everything's clear in the end,
when most of the time,
at the end of the line,
you've forgotten the reason you started the trend.
And so, working backwards, the problem unravels
trying to stay firm while your memory travels.
Fatigue hits your head:
then you've lost the whole thread,
explaining why people still gaze at their navels.