Off the top of my head

Off the top of my head I scramble around.
To find the right words for this poem inbound.

What shall I call it and what will it mean.
So clueless I wonder what will be the theme.

Should it be tragic or joyful to read.
Or should it be lessons for all to take heed.

Off the top of my head many things come to mind.
I'll figure it out at some point in time.

I sit and I wonder as time passes by.
Should it be about laughter or reasons we cry.

Should it be about loved ones.
Or worst enemies.
Or just about bullshit that means nothing to me.

Off the top of my head nothing comes to my mind.
So forgive me if I've wasted your time.

I don't know if I'll ever find any words.  For this unwritten poem that no one has heard.

With all i have said ill leave you with this.
This poem really sucks and shouldn't exist.