Dim Lit

the artist way is the hardest way

trying to say what you ought to say

saying it the way you wanna say

what you should and should not say

 the luxury to go back and update

because  it's  never  too  late

she speaks to me in a love tone

I should be having a love jones

but I can't feel it in my bones

shaking it off and going on

to write another poem

I never seen light so bright

white as white as white

in the middle of the night

stuck on how comes and why's

there's plenty of time, I look

at my wrist there is no watch

so I look over at the clock

and all it can say is time