How the World Should Work

Committed, so deep in it I will die before I quit it

Its both

Dark and light my mind’s mitosis, but you all already know this

All these

Ideas pouring out, overwhelming my head’s funnel

My

Hands are moving so damn much I’m thirty-five with carpal tunnel

And I

Experiment with rhythms

I play around with words

Refuse a first draft finish

Meticulous mind’s min is thirds

Gaze up

I do not see a sky at all, all that’s there is black

A sea of gold is dotting it, no limits to hold back

Using years as currency, a future’s what they buy

A life only accessible to unrelenting try

Yes

It is not born of vanity when I state

“I’m committed”

These hands will not see rest ’till I say

“Mom…I did it”