Am I really a poet?
Or merely writing down
The wonderings of a meandering mind,
That twists and turns
And hops and skips
Like a stone skimmed over water?
Or is this what a poet is –
One who writes down their thoughts?
And yet all my verse is blank
With neither rhyme nor reason
Since any rhyme there is, is unintentional
And therefore without reason!
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