Down to the wire

 

It’s too late; I’m out of time
for all the stuff that’s on my mind
I have to spit some words out, right?
Less than an hour ‘til midnight
I’d planned a poem to stir the soul
but I fell down a rabbit hole
of intellectual masturbation
leading to deep procrastination
Perennial wisdom is what I sought
instead, these rhymes are all I’ve got.