Poets

I’m a poet – as is everybody else
I’m guessing my way – as does everybody else
I’m not sure what to say – neither does anybody else
I do it anyway and I’m curious what you have to say
we can allow ourselves to relax for a change at this stage
there’s still much too much civil surface in this day and age
No need to make always sense
and yes we can climb over that fence
Maybe even tear it down, leave this town
And discard the crown and stop to frown
And dare to simply go by feeling
I’m sure everyone finds that much more appealing
To meet each other on another shore –
off guard for a change
no particular agenda for a while
You are a poet – so am I
sang the butterfly