"Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind." - Nathaniel Hawthorne

What started as a horrendous morning has now become a poem to capture the essence of that moment. We've all been there, the morning where everything needs to go correctly, nothing does. Similarly, when I was supposed to wake up early to finish the rest of my homework-- I slept in. The worst part about it is looking at the clock; it either moves snail-like or on super fast forward. Those moments are reflected here through the use of no punctuation. Try to read it in one breath, it's harder than you think.

No Time

The clock tocks nine

A typical morning

Monday morning panic

To start my homework

Another look up at the clock

And it is nine o' one

My page colored blank

My mind flooded

With thoughts of nothing

I dive into my pool of creativity

Only to smash into concrete

What was this about

Something transformative about the world

I should have time when

I did nothing all night

But slack off in my sleep and dream

Dream about what

Stalling for more time

Or a convenient reason to skip daylight

Another cautious check

The time nine-twenty

Five minutes to class

And my paper is loaded

A wise parent once told me to get my work done ahead of time, so moments like this don't happen.

"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst." - William Penn