Snapshot

I feel like I must write a poem It's an urge with an itch and a drive To capture this moment in letters Thrown up and replaced side by side There's nothing particularly special My heart wants to posit or think There's no salient point to uncover, I'm just happy here drinking my drink But try as I might I can't stop it This prodding persistent sweet tooth To record my existence in writing And rejoice in the wonder of truth "you must do the thing you think you cannot do"