With the lack of time, my mind can’t seem to function.
Will the heart to write be enough to make things right?
Stupidity is my ever failure and friend
But is it enough to give myself the identity I dread?
Writing lines is not enough
Especially when you do not have the time
Wish I could have the chance
To witness the strength I never had
Another old poem I saved in my google drive
Yakapin 