Too Comfortable

Regrets pile up like blown paper against a fence on some abandoned building site that has a sign "Keep Out". Questions are asked why the structure never went ahead, why it barely made it past a hole in the ground or climbed no higher than a course or two of bricks. So many dreams end this way, starved of effort or courage or belief. Often the seeds are sown when drawing up the plan, seen magnificent in someone's mind, there to stay, too comfortable protected in its conceptual womb, never really wanting to be born and risk everything on that first taken breath, much like a frightened self facing love.