Ideation process in the head,
Looking back in time and looking ahead.
An attempt to pen down those thoughts a few,
An attempt to come up with something anew;

The pen in restless hands, fails yet again
Making the words and thoughts all seem inane.
Like a sailor caught in a tempest, I cluelessly sail.
The body feeble, and the mind very frail.

In the past and now ,the mind has yet again erred,
Leaving thoughts clouded and the vision totally blurred.