Care to flow the crazed random river with me?

Wanted to write something for Yahoo Poetry

No matter how I tried nothing would flow with me

So I sit here writing from the top of my head

And everything I've thought is what you just read

Should I turn to the left or turn to the right

Write a song with a G-clef or just call it a night

Those last two lines are a bit of nonsense

Writing about nothing, can nothing be condensed

Can condensed nothing be considered something

quantized particles add up to sum thing

I'm just a bum, sing about the crumbling

Mumbling I stumble, in words I'm tumbling

Spiraling, have you caught on to the craziness yet

Idle mind digesting the trash can diet

Discarded files and deleted prose

Jack Frost dripping at my nose

A rose is a rose, I suppose by any other name

It would be as sweet, is that a trick or treat

There's no pattern, there's no beat

I have defied my own purpose, defied my cause

Now at loss, randomness is my boss

Which way will the wind blow

Does any calculating brain know

No, so I shall drift as in a dream

Only for pastel mists to turn into red hot steam

And awaken with screams from the night

Being unable to wake up from reality is fright

Tell me are you bored, lackadaisical of your trivial pursuit

Then add some more lines, so I can go mute