Cramming

 
I'm cramming
I keep looking at the time
It's now a quarter after eleven p.m
My twenty four hour window
Is almost over

I'm writing without any draft
My mind seems to work faster
When I'm racing with time
An old habit from my university days

It works for me this way
When I'm writing without inspiration
Lately my mind has freeze
And this NaPo has thawed the frost
That has blocked the thoughts from flowing free

Now myriads of thoughts are going on in my mind
Making me cram as I try to come up
With something to spill for the day
Before the clock hits the midnight hour