34 This piece is a poem called "scatterbrain". It was written in a class where nothing was happening, very few people actually came, and there was a supply teacher and I guess because of the unusual circumstances and the state of mind I was hit with a wave of inspiration. Anyways, here it is a poem called scatterbrain that has had extensive editing so it is ready to see the light of day and is about the state of mind that fits the description of a scattered, wandering mind that the title suggest. Anyways, let's let the art speak for itself and enjoy.
Scatterbrain Scattered direction but not intentionally
Scattered to what but a wandering mind
Nothing but what shall certainly arise
Nothing in the right circumstance
Not frankly certain of where you should be
Everywhere but where it should be found
Everywhere but where its meant to be
Looking for every possible loss of distraction time
Coming out of every single thing
A way to resist temptation, a way to avoid allowing all that thought
Not today for I simply cannot
Nothing apparent but what shouldn't be
Nothing left of what we're accustomed to and we never knew
Of lost concentration of being at peace in worlds of known
We're just so submerged in daily routine.
What you must know for sure of this current state of mind
is that there's nothing left but every scattered direction