Free write...

Taking these nouns, adjectives and verbs forming what is later announced,
"Poetry"
Free floating, rising randomly from an overzealous twenty-something mind,
always in motion.
Never stopping, even in sleep it wanders...
wandering through the past,
wondering about the future.
Grasping desperately at ideas this mind of mines is persistent,
Ever going, never retiring to calm because a poets mind is never idle.
I am a sea of unorganized words, waiting for order to be formed just for this,
This that I find happiness and seek peace in.
This that some may call a "hobby", is to me much more than rhyming to show I can,
though I do take heed that in this field that is in high demand.
I overlook it, why?
Cause I am my own and need no guidelines for this rawness that is ME,
need no limits within my notebook, nor hesitation in my right hand.
Holding my pen I defeat it all.
I am escape.
I am adventure.
Where do you wish to go?
What do you wish to be?
I can create it all, right here in my mind.