In the realm of the mind,
Where thoughts wander undefined,
This sentence emerges, unconfined,
A whimsical phrase, quite inclined.
It dances freely, unrestrained,
No structure, no rules, it's unchained,
A playful verse, with words unfeigned,
The first to surface, unrestrained.
It holds no grandeur, nor deep insight,
Just a simple thought, taking flight,
A fleeting notion, shining bright,
In the realm of words, it feels right.
This sentence, unburdened and free,
Plays with language, wild and carefree,
A tiny poem, as small as can be,
Yet it speaks volumes, silently.
So let it wander, let it roam,
Across the page, it finds a home,
Unfettered by rhythm, it freely roams,
This sentence, the first, stands alone.