The Breather Poem by Robert Mutsaers

All dressed up for life,
All tailored to distinctly wave,
At common sense and strife,
To charter idea's for the brave.
Just an image above myself,
To surely feel and fairly glee,
The ending pursuit of rules,
In my probing to connect.

Its just an image of life,
To burly reel and barely flee,
The wending volute of rules,
In my coping to subject.
It's just an image for love,
To really wheel and wearily see,
The pending dispute of rules,
In my posing to affect.

It's just an image or idea,
To madly steal and willingly free,
The surging refute of rules,
In my forthcoming to protect.

Sweep, sweep my breather,
For when the self turns to a wager,
Sweep and sweep my breather,
For when we are caught up in between.