By: Briana Wasil
How do I put pen to paper,
Fingers to keys,
Support a voice without a mouth
All within the allotted time boundary?
There’s only a number of days prescribed
Before the clock stops ticking
And I’m no horologist
With a skilled gift for precision.
But, I wish I was so that I could lay out time,
Fulfilling all the destinies according to my visions.