Jotted During Yet Another Meeting

Time to write,
time to do,
time to think
the whole thing through.

Pen it here in
black and white,
only want
to get it right.

Inky flow
fills the page,
hidden thoughts I
try to gauge.

Thinking hard,
squinting eyes
try to separate
truth from lies.

Hold on! Wait!
Coming clear!
What I see is
not so blear.

No wait a sec:
still quite blind
why’d I think I
knew my mind?

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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