My Scattered Mind Poem by Jeff Sharpe

A wide road less travelled
By giants and mice
Leads to the undiscovered
A road paved with ice
How can I organize such random words to form a beautifully rhythmic and meaningful creation that sinks into the minds of the eyes that gaze upon this page when in reality all I can manage to perform is incessant and endless rambling that continues across these blue horizontals and the answers which finally arrive in the conscious is that these blue horizontals are the only form of organization I have remaining and even though my mind is still a cluttered mess, at least it apparently is cluttered in a surprisingly parallel fashion.
These words are cluttered
Chaotically designed
I want to unlock
My scattered mind