At the end of the day, crouched in anticipation of the A
I got nothin
Left it all as I strive to
Reaching the blank point,
I set to write but words don't spend time with the spent mind
To end a race, crossing the finish line is something of the great
equalizer
In triumph, it is the fullest zero
A point at which expectations work is a mere checkmark
Anticipations great fortune
A coworker delivers a joke and expects a witty retort
As the window of clever opportunity passes
I respond with dumb giddiness
...I got nothin
