It's me.

getting to the point

always, whether it's literal

or a brink, a verge, or even of disaster

always getting to a point, that point, the point.

 

scrambled time-wasters

which I yearn for and when in use

I ponder what other time-wasters would be

better suited for me, by me, for me.

 

All the bits or speed or gloss or words or shine or black or cold or cloth or notes-

none of them can fill the gap reflected in these prose

I am my own problem:

it's me, it's me, it's me.