The Platter Is Sparse Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Nonsense overloading the mental mainframe,
Ending up despondent and fried,
Without a clue on how to move forward
Can barely handle what's being served up nowadays,
The platter is sparse, intentions muddled,
Conscientiousness from one moment to the next voided,
No time to thoroughly deduce the subject matter anymore
Lacking a compass,
The straightforward becomes narrow,
A view pursued but found wanting,
If ever discovered at all