And Thus We Dance

We are what we are made to be...

The clock blinks to 4:18 am
And I wonder
What I've done with my life thus far,
Why it all means
So very little.

The sands of time slip by
And all they do is get caught between my toes
And itch.

The sky, black as pitch,
Taunts me.
The darkness above mirrors the darkness that clouds my mind

Perhaps it is fear
That stops me from pursuing what I yearn for,
What I need.
Perhaps it is fear
Of failure
Or regret
Or
Success.

I look around at all the people I've known,
With their own lives
And families
And some with children
And think:
If I'd been more diligent
That could be me.
I could be so much more.
So much more.