magic

blank page
thoughts racing
pencil tapping
legs shaking
teeth grinding
spine-chilling
'i can't think'
brain-jumbled
'lord, help me'
i think i'm gonna be sick
'you have 60 minutes
start now.'
timer starting
beeping, squeaking
pencils flying
but not mine
heart frozen
writer's block
hands cramping
all excuses used
but not believe
not even by me

seems to me,
everyone is creating
but me
nothing comes
five minutes left.
'oh no'
but oh, yes.
here, a thought comes.
now im also dreaming....magic