Ramble

I ramble here,
I scramble there,
Words are spewed
Everywhere.
No matter the size,
Nor of the care,
They fall to paper
Like dust to coat.
Be they near
Or just remote.
The only idiocy
Is what I write,
That is read by thee.
Like it, I hope,
Care you must
If these words
Are just the output,
Of a minds rust,
That says nothing,
Just nothing.