Me In Poetry

Time to go, time to run, time to work, and time for fun. Time for life time to laugh time to cry there are times for others then there are times for me times to think times to delve inside myself and divine my own reality time to be me and not you time to set my inner free and in these times I am happy I am sad I am angry I am content I am confused and sometimes hunted but always me and no one else These times for me these times for no one else these are the times, the only ones, that I write poetry.