Ode to Scattered Thoughts

Oh, train of thought,

where have you gone?

Your rails are empty

from dusk till dawn.

My thoughts do wander

and I don't mind.

The best of thoughts

are the ones I can't find.

Mind blender

on puree,

creating thoughts

I can't relay.

Their nonsensical existence 

gives me joy

and saves me from the monotony

that normalcy does employ.

Oh, train of thought,

where did you go?

Please tell me so I can avoid you

and be happy with what I don't know.