The Fix

My fingertips itch

To tap the keys

To type the words

Yet

I wait for the switch

To trigger the thoughts

To spark the ideas

Like

The magic of a witch

To cast the spells

To end the drought

And

Offer fabric to stitch

To unspool the thread

To thread the needle

So

There is something to pitch

To mold the clay

To paint the canvas

With

Tell me it's not a glitch

To build the worlds

To birth the characters

Now

Without a hitch

To unlock the gate

To spill the ink

Within