A state of mind, a verbal play and a self-talk of persuasion. Often, when we brood is when we get distracted. We lose the track of time, the purpose of life and get on a mode of self-criticism. As much as self-contemplation is necessary to keep a track of your game, it often becomes a bone of contention for an anxious running mind. So you become what you think and its overridden by self-doubt. This lyrics is about asking your mind to stay in track.