No Second To Spare

As my pen begs for me to let it rise, My mind finds itself in the cage that ties Me down to reality, my other tasks Are screaming for me to attend their asks, My time is swallowed by my job, my loves, My desperate cry for sleep, they come above My time to write, my time my pen is free To dance, to be devoid, to let it be, But yet i have other roles, no second Can be spared, but writing, it has beckoned. 22/2/20 Contest: All Things Can Tempt Me Sponsor: Beth Evans