black and white on paper
stick to conventions they say

but aren't rules meant to be broken
(ssh, don't let them hear you, you say)

but I can hardly bring myself to care

rhyme schemes and blank verses
tempo and rhythm
... throw them to the back of my mind
dusty and forgotten. buried.

who cares.
this is my flight
and I'm reaching for
the stars.

Labels: music/poem, writing