More To Me

I want to scream

You trick me

Push and pull me

Then move the finish line.

Each and every day

When I realize the time

I’m reminded, that the goal is near

But you smile at me and I fear.

I’m not ready to be done

Not ready to have won

There is always more to do

Perfection is the glue.

Ms. Wilt you are fire

Spark me harder and higher

Show me, there is more to me

Each flames baking me, to create endlessly.