Leveling the field of thoughts,

So that I may writet on a sound basis.

Lost at times in the quagmire

That a fog clouds in my mind.

Never-the-less words go  on.

They have a motive I can't explain.

Seems if I explore them in print,

I may some day know their meaning.

Silly as it sounds when I read it.

I find no explanation for what I write.

At times the meaning is clear to others,

But to myself, it is lost and unexplainable.