Fiddle Sticks of Thoght

They fall in a heap

But they’re supposed to fall in line

Rational ordered and complete

They can be lined end to end

Or built one on the other

I don’t mind

They just have to be straight

Consistent lines

This heap will not do!

Random stack of messy sticks

Lying cross ways, at an angle

All a tangle

Scattered, with no thought of order

Piece meal thoughts

Fractious, restless

Incomplete

I must tidy these thoughts

Catalogue and categorise

Tab and tag

File and sort them out

Carefully I pick one out

A single thought and place it down

I know where I put this thought

But now it’s gone

I try again

Another thought to sort

I lift it from my mind

But this thought

Knocks another

That moves and hits another

Oh fiddlesticks

These disordered thoughts of mine