Deep thoughts slither into the mind,

In a zone of its own doing,

This is what I call thinking.

Deep hole that gains depth the more you dig,

In all of the mess you put yourself in,

This is what I call trouble.

Deep worry lines etched on your forehead,

In sync with the chaos of life,

This is what I call worrying.

Deep dark secrets kept to hide yourself,

In a world full of lies and deceit,

This is what I call secrecy.

Deep dish pizza on a Saturday night,

In your pajamas tucked in bed,

This is what I call fun.

Always something going on and that's just it, you never know what that something is. You just are "deep in this".