The shelf of lost ideas

Pushed back to unknown dates.

Now’s not the time, so it can wait.

Dusty thoughts.

Forgotten page.

I wanted more,

But never got to the stage.

With words unspoken I can’t feel inspired.

What’s left is not broken, just lays retired.

To laugh at jokes I haven’t told.

Rethink ideas now that I’m

Old stuff beneath the floorboards.

A corpse of my own creation.

At least I created something to show,

To present and parade around now.

Look at my shelf of lost ideas!

See what I’ve begun to dream,

But never woken up to believe.

No shame, but also no pride.

Witness my half-makings, a sight

To behold of what could have beens.

What I’ll do now…

Remains to be seen.