O Free Verse
can i foresee ?
or even plan ?
is there a sign ?
or do i go about it blind ?
music has a tempo
a rhythm a beat
i can walk in time
i still feel the defeat
don't comprehend this moment
am i supposed too
life in small cluttered fragments
to small to count
is there a time that i will get it ?
or is it on the back of a stamp ?
am i looking out and looking in ?
my mind is so tight in a clamp
explodes the words that i write
free from all that is right
flow you power of words
for they come out of me despite
love you o free verse of my soul
you come when i am out of control
filling readers minds with love and wonder
or sometimes i don't even bother
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