How come my thoughts don't always come out right?
They seem so great until put in light
It's frustrating, really, having a brain
But now I sound like I'm insane

I don't think I should be writing right now
There's a chance I have completely forgotten how
Nothing seems to sound right anymore
And composing a piece is hard to endure

I'm not sure if I'm cut out for this anyways
It might just be a little phase
But you know, never mind, I'm rambling on
Any purpose in this is dead and gone

I didn't even feel like writing a poem
I just wanted to use the word jeroboam