Wanted to write something for Yahoo Poetry
No matter how I tried nothing would flow with me
So I sit here writing from the top of my head
And everything I've thought is what you just read
Should I turn to the left or turn to the right
Write a song with a G-clef or just call it a night
Those last two lines are a bit of nonsense
Writing about nothing, can nothing be condensed
Can condensed nothing be considered something
quantized particles add up to sum thing
I'm just a bum, sing about the crumbling
Mumbling I stumble, in words I'm tumbling
Spiraling, have you caught on to the craziness yet
Idle mind digesting the trash can diet
Discarded files and deleted prose
Jack Frost dripping at my nose
A rose is a rose, I suppose by any other name
It would be as sweet, is that a trick or treat
There's no pattern, there's no beat
I have defied my own purpose, defied my cause
Now at loss, randomness is my boss
Which way will the wind blow
Does any calculating brain know
No, so I shall drift as in a dream
Only for pastel mists to turn into red hot steam
And awaken with screams from the night
Being unable to wake up from reality is fright
Tell me are you bored, lackadaisical of your trivial pursuit
Then add some more lines, so I can go mute
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