Rambling

Rambling
Piddling
Muttering
Snickering
Laughing at myself when I try
And yet I keep trying.
And why?
Why am I writing?
Something to say?
To remember? Forget?
Or, could it be 
That I’m lying?
Or 
Am I just waiting
Delaying
Saying
That something is worth being said?
?
Procrastinating
Debating
Persuading
Now sure of the point that I’m making.

And though my head’s aching
There’ll be no mistaking
No promises breaking
No lines out of ranking.
And still
I just whistle
And piddle
And twiddle
My letters and words into One.
Whispering
Muttering
Rambling
Babbling
Until
Alas
You’re done.