Brewing

Something else is on my mind.
What is it I'm trying to find?
Was that light red? I hope it was green.
What do all of these thoughts mean?
I thought they were supposed to go away.
To a place where they could slowly decay,
But they are here to stay.
They crash and burn on my highway.
Should I share my thoughts with others?
Spread knowledge among parents, sisters, and brothers?
Or keep it all in store for me?
Put up a fence around my wisdom tree?