Now it's almost over,
Like everyday leading up to this one,
The next, and moreover,
There are distractions all over the place,
Because it's late at night,
And I usually write in the early morn,
My head cleared by the early morning light,
Now, I'm afraid, there is not much to say,
But, I cannot stop now,
I've a quota for the rest of the year,
And time is counting down.
So there you are,
A hobby become task,
If I don't write a Wath each day 'til Jan,
I'll have failed a self-imposed random ask.