Here I am
In a construct
Of words and here say
Or a caricature
Either of it irrelevant
Yet a stranger
Maybe she thinks
It could be a whirlwind of annoyance
Or otherwise
Yet she is caught up
In her stream of thoughts
Thoughts that are her own to think
That are her to ponder on
I just ramble incessantly
Like a calf grazing
Amongst the fresh grass
Inconsequential
Irrelevant