This is the untitled one
I had no name so I left it alone,
all these poems
have me out of ideas,
I type these words in vein
with hope that a message
will still be conveyed
and maybe I will become
a master class
full of novelization

Alas my brain
is fog,
they said I have A-D... something
and all my dreams
at times
are put on pause
so I can sort out affliction,
and work with life
on the right clause

I have agreed to start
waking up
faster than before,
and appreciate the trickle
in a stream,
may I ever travel to one
instead of going
straight home from the store

And in turn,
I work on my craft
with oxygen
and blood-flow pumping,
sharing my gift
to provide magic
that makes everything
glisten

I will have a title
for the next one,
but please hurry up
and listen