Sunday, October 2, 2011


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


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