The Time…

measured
stretched
beaten to a pulp.
Forged in the fire
scorched in brine
life
sits on your
dreams take flight. 

The time will come
while you muddle around
confusion jumps
tongue twisted with lies
somehow deprived
a loosening of ties.

The time will come
to disengage with "reality"
step into truth
see your vulnerability
wave goodbye to abuse
climb down fairytale trees
no more excuse
to drown in fantasy
of what you could do.

The time has come,
no longer lame
and claim 
de love.
Ready,
Set, 
Run
Reclaim...