Muddled

Idiosyncrasies quietly collaborrating an incorrigible conundrum all the while enthralled with the lofty zephyr so intangible.
These idiosyncrasies of such a vernacular lighty tread the path of countenance veering from the unsightly and insipid, lost to an elated yet depressed notion.
Melancholy slowly marinades within, having no discernment for which it implies.
These thoughts have become rogue and nomadic, seeking by the course of moving.
They float, fly and swim with no discerning path, nothing to come across.
Substance is possibly the goal, if there were a goal in mind.
Down the path the tread heavily yet lighty, while slowly a seering heat is at thier heels.