for all things there is a season

to reason as much

time has passed 

and is reaching up 

through the cracks in the floorboard 

grabbing at my ankles, slowing me down

allowing me to see

what is sure to become of me

I've been hiding behind

the victim's mask of

I can't do that

too much time has passed

my dreams are too big 

they would take years

to complete

years I don't have 

so I sit still

in my seat

and dream

and do

nothing