When feeling pressured

I try to remain

A sense of logic

Towards the campaign

Tight schedules

Are always ahead

Meeting deadlines

I always do dread

Seeing the end

It’s never in sight

I am in the middle

And everything is tight

What else

Is left to do

Is there a walk way

Should there be two?

Will things

Ever be quite right 

Does the security

Need to be tight

Who else?

Within the paper maze

Are they on top of it ?

Or do I have to chase

“A delight”

They surely will say

And acknowledgement

I will receive that day