Never Do Anything by the Rules Anyways

I often wonder the world away

allowing my thoughts to run and play

finding joy in my own creations

the sound of the world in raw fantasia


How wonderful we dance 

to the essence of moving


Something about my thumb

seems bent down the middle


Maybe it’s years of improper pen use

Maybe it’s telling any structured systems to

go fuck itself


I am alive

to be alive


in the very essence of living

how we are particles

free