This is going to have to do for now.
All I have
is this moment
to make the world
Ten minutes from now,
the world could be absolute chaos,
but I only need it to make sense
in this moment.
Wrap my mind around the problem,
like I’m grappling with an opponent.
Wrestling it into submission
with joint locks
and smothering focus.
The next opponent awaits,
blissfully unaware that I am coming.
The future has no idea
who it has messed with.