Scribbles

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.