I woke up in the dead of the night
Wandering around my path
Like a lost sheep finding its pen
I kept asking myself when
Just how long will it take
For me to get a bake
Not for cookies or cake
But for my desire
I have always wanted a thing
But as dire as this is
My mind seems made up
Fist clenched-
Throwing punches of thoughts
Actually in my head
My desires needs to be met
Yet still thinking of ways
Before the month of May
I need to find myself an answer
On how I can meet my desire
On the path I carved for us
So we can ride on like the horse
©
J