Posing questions to poetry

A conversation that ends as you sweep through the door I didn't quite hear, my position unsure So I'll make idle chit chat on your return Test the water, see what I can learn Oh maybe I imagined it, it all seems fine If there was a misunderstanding, it was clearly mine Is that second guessing? Have I made that a habit It's an exhausting pursuit, think I'll quit All in betweens all unresty and anxious All in all it's just very suss Am I at fault or mistaken so much of the time? Now I'm scanning myself, line by line I'd rather just exist free thinking, carefree I suppose I have the power to reinvent me Switch off the brain debating my actions Live a little, ignore my 'you're a fool' inner factions Step by step I'll test out if I'm worthwhile Re-evaluate my value mile by mile There's a chance I've just told myself lies That I'm not so difficult that I need mask and disguise Maybe I'm delightful, funny and charming I'd love to embrace that, even the thought is calming The dogs in agreement, a vote of confidence You my friend have earned another dance Imagine the landscape spreading before me If I just lightened up, was a little more carefree Not analysing myself, giving myself the third degree I'll quit it, that's it, decision in place Is it really that easy to cast off supposed disgrace Let me think, what are my crimes #1 would be some of these rhymes Numbers 2, 3 and 4 possibly being difficult to know Though the evidence contradictory, that accusation has to go Number 5 appears to be 'having emotions' Isn't that a trait of being human, erm move to motion I don't know the legal terms but this is getting thrown out Miscarriage of justice, beyond all reasonable doubt I'll admit to the rhyming, I'm caught red handed But I can explain officer, poetics I just misunderstanded I'll take a class, rehabilitate m'lord We'll resume order and... accord No, I didn't lazy rhyme... It was said for fun Purposeful is different, it's bending the rules hun Oh that's over familiar in a court of law? Rehabilitation? That's me learning sir Yes it was respect combined with repeat of the crime A poetic chancer, I'd better just do my time I'll work on my character whilst I'm inside Or corrupt a prison, I need to decide My carefree aim is going well In one sense anyway, oh that's the dinner bell No concerns, I just follow the rules Thank you justice system for giving me the tools When I'm back on the streets I'll be no trouble at all (It's the new me until after the parole board call) I plan to go rogue and forget to rhyme It's called free verse, do that and I'm fine Once I'm free again, I'll live life to the full My lesson is thinking time, is the death of us... all