Thoughts (Simple and Plain)

I took the liberty of doing something that I almost never do, editing someone else's poem.
I did this because when I read your poem, I thought "Well, THIS makes no sense."
Then I spoke it, and it became much, much clearer, to me.

Hearing my life as I listen to music
Life is music
'cuz someone still breathing
produces
It seems useless
trying to hide my emotion
Something within me refuses
to remain a hermit

Confusion is conducive
Damn
my style is a nuisance
Seems like my rhytmn
abuses rhyme on purpose
Abusive
what do to?
the instrumental -
It's that simple

Minerals in patterns
on a train of thought
It seems I'm always late for
Can't catch it
even when I arrive early
Always in a rush
it seems
Dreams
only become reality
when you wake up and make it happen
Life sometimes is only worth imagining

Forgive me if I offend by editing, but this has real potential.

I almost agree with his re-writing,
but I really enjoyed this poem.
It has a certain naivety and honesty.