Ensuing: And so On

As for
What I wrote
Yesterday,
I can make no sense of it

But
It cheered me up greatly,
For which I am grateful,
Even though it’s only mindless chatter,

Followed by more mindless chatter,
Which only serves to add
To the sum total of
Mindless chatter,

Although it seems to me
As perfectly wonderful
As all the other
Mindless chatter;

Why do we do that?
I wonder
But cannot fathom
Or discern,

Whether we’re just playing,
Or actually doing something worthwhile
I do not know
And so, I just ignore it and continue,

Ignore it, and continue,
Ignore it, and continue,
Until some other response
Occurs to me.

And then
I do that instead,
Until some other response
Occurs to me.
And then, . . . and so on, . . .