I Just Wanna Be Free.

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Drifting in and out of time. Never regret only minor curiosity at times becoming obsession. Just one more chance without responsibility. Merely asking to borrow a moment of youth. It always seems greater than what it was. Why can’t I look at the future and feel the pride of what will be?

Perhaps I shall.

A Sentence Disappears into a Poem

Anything can create its own time and significance.

Anything can create its own time.

Anything can create.

Anything.

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As I was browsing around looking at different blogs in the poetry section I saw something similar to this and thought I would give it a try. It is really makes you consider your word choice and sentence structure. What I enjoyed most is when you write out the first complete sentence you have no idea where it is going to take you.