I can’t go to technical college

and run the clock off the map,                   but I                         more studious

                                a wrench                    believe       in my mother’s hands,                 I

   school                                                  (if we all shared time)                                     have so

         never                        in which I quit my job,            like a thumbprint cookie;     little

              was my thing                                   in you gears shifting                              confidence

  where someone left the will,                        if I became a doctor

                            to live