Everyone is in the relentless pursuit
Of shaping and telling their story.

You get to sit on the sidelines
And watch as these stories unfold,
Cheering them on,
Watching with wonder
In your dreamless eyes,
As they traipse through life,
Writing their stories
With gold yarn on rich red satin.

You are rooted in your spot
On the sidelines,
Refusing to get up and join in the run
To the finish line of grand stories.

You are far too tired
And winded from walking
To the halfway mark;
You would rather sit there,
On the sidelines,
And watch through dreamless eyes,
The dream catchers go about
Weaving their stories,
Into the fabric of life.