This is what I got.
A title that really means more
than all of these words.
Writing a poem is
like a breath of
cliche.
I have been working on
moer than I can handle.
It is causing me to misspell.

Sure,
I could sit down.
write
write
write
Why?

None of these poems will ever
change the world?
Maybe, they will change one person's world.
Maybe, they have changed my world.
I am different.
Before I had clockwork,
now I have this.

Is this a change?
Is this a poem?