I Don'T Want To Rhyme Anymore

First, I tried to rhyme with your spirits... For I really thought I saw in it our own beginning, without end and my heart accented to love I gave my very best and you surely know that ‘twas 100% rhyme Yet after years of enjoying my soul marinated in your wants and wishes I noticed your words, drifting like heavy rain that my big palms barely hold them Have you ever considered my being? That this morning, after a shower rinsed the great pain I kept in my breath, I opted to walk the sun-lit corridor of free verse, where I can be me just as what I always wanted to be... Without engaging my dignity in too much psychedelic wars