Well, the description of this folder mentioned poetry, so I figured I would share something I wrote a couple of weeks ago. Sorry if it's off topic or deemed not appropriate. <div align="center">Rebellion Against reason, I sat on the swing. I'm a grown-up, grown-ups don't do such things. Up, up and away I went. I got lost in the clouds in the endless azure above. I forgot about my agnst, the day to day worries, my ugliness, the desire to "conform" to be "accepted" and just let my mind run free. I wasn't on the ground! I was flying! I was dancing from cloud to cloud, teasing the birds! After a while, I looked down and saw my shadow. How undignified! A heavy, grown-up woman sitting in a swing meant for children! Ashamed, I got out of my swing and went home. As I went home, I thought to myself, "I don't like looking at my shadows. I think I'll stick to the clouds instead!"</div>