Theres no title to this

These days I feel confused,

Some nutty thoughts have induced,

But whenever I feel this way my luck runs out,

And now everyones curious whats all this about.

I cant express what I want to say,

Its like a wintry november feels as hot as may,

But I know in the end nothings gonna happen,

Soon these thoughts and feelings are going to dampen,

My poems are gonna get that earlier seen sullen feel,

With deep, dark thoughts abysmal with no zeal.