Scribbles?
Just right...
Some rhyme with reason?
She\'ll be right...
All these thoughts and angles-
Flowing through the veins:
How can a scribble make any sense,
How can it proclaim?
The internal working,
Of the heart of man,
Or of its desires,
Or what it can command?
This is what I mean! off on a tangent!
Whispers blowing on the breath:
Everything seems random?
So I know there is a plan.
That much I can trust.
So another scribble, comes from the dust.