Everything I write, seems to be a messed up mumble,
Incoherent of what I want to say,
Mind boggling to myself so goodness knows what others would see,
So I’ll note and move on,
Nonsensical notes that one day I will look back at,
Some I’ll dismiss and others I’ll keep,
On a whim that I might review it,
Revisited and reclaimed,
But right now I’m simply struggling to formulate any kind of structure.