I wrote a silly poem today,

Easier to keep the thoughts at bay,

Reckless, breaking thoughts lay down there teeming,

Subconsciously I’m surely scheming,

As I lay, awake and dreaming,

Begging for no deeper meaning,

No metaphors, no why’s or could’s,

No memories of my childhood.

So childish words swim, right and left,

While my adult brain remains bereft,

Struggling with mountains of excess,

10 years now I’ve overslept,

Still 50 more until my death,

But I wrote a silly poem today,

To appease a mind that always strays,

A mind like mine, that’s never caged,

So I may put upon a page,

what repeats itself from age to age,

So I wrote a silly poem today,

It’s almost just as important to have nothing to say.