My next poem (was going to be shorter)

My next poem

was going to be short –

or so I thought;

but, it has a mind of its own,

And wanted to roam,

here, there, and, well,

everywhere.

Luckily, I took the reins,

and kept it to under 12 lines.

Line 10: this poem was going to be about life, the universe, and everything you can see,

Line 11: sadly, we ran out of lines.