I know I’m in a poem.
It’s a poem that doesn’t always rhyme.
The rhythm doesn’t always fit right.
Or maybe I’m in a song.
It doesn’t really matter I guess.
But I like how this poem or song is. Sometimes. Not always. But mostly. In general. Overall. Maybe it’s just that I get too into the poem or song sometimes. Like I expect it to be a certain way.
I don’t think it’s a painting I’m in.
Everything changes far too much.
Unless it’s the way we look at paintings that makes me think this isn’t one. Maybe every stanza is a painting. Or every measure. Every moment?
Well, anyway, I know I’m in something.
I don’t know if someone made it, and if they did, who.
But I like how it is. Sometimes. Not always. But mostly. In general. Overall.