just once i wonder if

the path is there

or merely imagined

no escape from thought

too vibrant to ignore

the pen doesn’t have the

allure i once held

remains, of hope of piety

twitching, aching, spinning

how many chances do i get

to get all the strings in line

to many chances not enough change

not nearly enough incentive

push it down

do it later

no time now

no time ever