I sit here at my desk
Attempting to compose a poem
So many subjects are going through my mind
The music is my ears
I hear the bass and drums
Friends in my life
I smile at the memories
Math in school
Proofs, postulates, and theorems
The skeleton trees blowing in the wind
Their branches are empty, for it is winter
Voices around me
Both high and deep, soothing and rough
Chills in my body
They go up and down my spine
Gum in my mouth
Sweet mint from Orbit freshens my breath
And I'm thinking of someone in my life
Who is special to me
I smile at the memories
And reminisce on the good times
Is this not a random poem?
I think it is