Years

Feet on desk
Gazing at the mould
That languish
On wallpaper
That I thought was new
But I'm sure if I checked the dates
They would have been there years ago

Been there years ago
Lots of things fall into that
Category. I'm sure I had thought
That I was going nowhere
An outsider
Years ago

I've bemoaned
My lack of dominance
My dreamy apathy
My paranoia about the
Randomness of fortune
Years ago

I've seen
Those opportunities
Those glances that
Light me up briefly
Disappear
Years ago