There are times 
when my brain 
jumbles across a page 
fumbles over words 
scrambles them into a pile
a magnitude of more 
then less and then more again
scribbles, against scratches 
noise amongst the static 
constant whispering veiled 
an overlay into the background 
a clock ticking that no one hears
except for me in quieter places
then there’s the music 
always the playlist of my life 
shifting to the forefront 
and I can’t ever find my pencil 
when I need it most.