I have been having trouble controlling my thoughts,
I can not predict which direction my thoughts flow.
It would be like predicting the pattern of a snowflake,
Or predicting the waves of rising inscence smoke.
The only way I can put my dreams on a leash,
And make my conscious world a little more exciting,
Is to put these random thoughts on paper,
And expressing my waves and patterns in writing.
But these waves and patterns are not poetry,
They are just thoughts that pop up again and again,
To the point where it boiles and flows out of my body,
In the form of dark ink from my ballpoint pen.
I am just a normal average everyday person,
I don't consider myself a poet in any kind of way.
The writing on this paper is just a result,
Of what happens when I let my mind go astray.
Does this really look like a poem to you?
It has no flow and isn't written nice and neat.
I'm no Edgar Allen Poe and my efforts are cheap.
A lot of people know that my rhyming is kind of...weak.
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