Ramblings

my thoughts are fragmented
one here then there
free of likeness, each of its own

if in my obscurity I am to be
so abstract the meanings could
be lost

So dark at times, lost in the humdrum
conundrum that is my life, so bleak
and empty

mind dancing the tango, the fandango,
the two step or waltz all at once
fast, slow, rhythmic, and yet with out
rules

in times I see the beauty of things
and find the darkest meaning in them
chilling to think, unable to change

looking in my soul what do I really see
years of events, good and evil, but what
do I really see

Is that my soul or just my mind playing
teasing me into thoughts that are there
and I must have how or why, lost; unknown

ramblings now as in my mind
here there everywhere

or is it, that is how we are, who we are, just ramblings
bits of time lost inside fragmented memories to be found
to be remembered but still not sure why