Only An Octet

For lack of anything better to do -

For the sake of my spinning head

For the chance to find a better view 

For consolation when I'm dead

I'll try to write something new

Something I've never said

Write it all in spite of you

Or give it all to you instead

Eight years now, and they ask me why -

As if I could just quit

Eight years gone, still I try

To make something they won't forget

No matter what, life will pass me by

Why shouldn't I spend it

On all these words thrown at the sky

My dear, I know - it's only an octet 

Only and perpetually just poetry

Thrown against the page

Matters not to anyone but me

If my thoughts won't cease to rage 

They swirl and swarm incessantly 

Though I trap them in this cage

Is it worth the time to stop and see -

Alas, that's not for me to gauge

But for lack of anything better to do

For the sake of my wandering soul

For the chance to find a different view

As a way to challenge or console 

I'll try to write something new

Something to make me whole 

Write it all just for you

Or just for you to pass by as you scroll