I hear you making sense of what's nothing Undirected, unthinking I know, because I do it too I guess it was just my own confusion derailing my calm In some kind of careless way It's interlocking and that makes it okay What did you say? I'll listen But could you give me a second? One more second, I promise I know it's taxing to hear me Shiftless, swaying thoughts go unwanted, go stale They're erratic, pointless, blind at best It's so stupid, I know I can't help it How's it working for you? Leaving space where there could be something clear and substantial? A lucid way of remaining I can't speak in descriptive terms, only make an impression Any which way I find acceptable... but it hasn't worked yet