Poetry By Me, Entry #Uno

So, here's the first poem of mine that I'm allowing folks to lay their eyes upon here. It's by no means my first poem; I selected it at random.

"Entropy of the Soul"

A poet's soul
Is not without movement
A poem of the soul
Is not without movement
This is why, at times,
It becomes lost
This is why, at times,
It loses composure
In a state so dynamic,
How can it not but
Become entropic, at times?