Fleeting Fragments

{Editor's Note: When in doubt of what to post, try poetry...}

Pen on paper, ever writing,
Bits and pieces seldom whole;
Thoughts incomplete, still contemplating,
They seem to nag my very soul.

I know not why these things occur
(Fleeting fragments in my mind),
And writing oft' helps not you see;
Failure is all I find.

Still, I try to jot them down;
To comprehend my thoughts reflected.
More oft' than not, or so it seems,
I simply walk away dejected.

But only if one gives up trying
Does one ever truly fail.
I've not reached that point as yet;
Against the wind do I still rail.

- TubaMeister