Random

This poem,
Is just not meant to be,
Well isn't that obvious,
It's written by me.

I write these words,
As they come to mind,
Randomly babbling,
About something inside.

Inside of what?
I do not know,
For these are the words,
Of the random flow.

This poem might suck,
Or you might think it's great,
So just let me know,
Before it's too late.