Overthink" is a tiny poem about a mind that won't stop racing. The speaker describes a night when their observations "outrun themselves," as if each thought sprints ahead of the one before and leaves the speaker behind. It's a familiar feeling: lying awake, noticing too much, and having every idea spawn three more.
The two comparisons are odd and a little puzzling, which suits the subject. Arguments against science suggest thinking that is stubborn, heated, and maybe going against the evidence. A Friday street suggests restless energy, a place buzzing with people and motion. Both are noisy and hard to control. Then the poem ends quietly on "a seditious tear," where the rush of thinking turns into something small and personal. A tear that is "seditious" seems to rebel, as though the speaker's feeling slips out against their own better judgment.
The mood is tense and tired, but also wry and a little tender.