i do not feel obliged to follow rules,
just because they were imposed by tradition.
i'd rather turn it into competition,
then i can reign over the petty fools.
poetry is but the language of the mind,
when it origins deep within the heart.
for the first word is only the hardest part,
reaching the last for the time to resign.
a poem is new, weather good or bad,
afraid one should not be to write the lines.
take care, because the art is fragile and declines
when you say what others already said.
only to you i devote every word i say,
unknowingly you're inspiring my day.