Time is of the essence And against the timeline of deliverance, I have struggled to focus Which isn't normal because I have a special deadline For something destined for my timeline. It's a masterpiece I have to write. If the universe plants words in the constellation And blesses each poet through his imagination, why then is my diction so quiet, And where are you dear inspiration? Please rescue me in my time of desperation. Kindly tell the poetic overlords That I ran out of words Tell them I'm in a limbo and it ***** I need a solution that works because all boils down to the mechanical wall clock Held hostage by this episode of writer's block.