It’s Time
it’s time
time to fold up
the pages of disappointment
all those unfulfilled expectations
fold them up in tight little wads
stuff em in a shoebox
duct tape it shut
and slide it down the pitched roof
that s t r e t c h e s o u t
behind and below
watchin it shoot down
and off into space
away
a w a y
then turn and
hand over hand
climb that red thread
it’s time
time to find out
how far we can get
with what’s left