there was something i was supposed to do

Stunted growth, the tar I breathe,
I watch busy bodies starting off their mornings.

I was special once.
There was something I was going to do.

This little engine that could.
With fantasies in place
of daydreams, in place of everything -
even too little too late could have would.

If time is time and time is moving,
choices are habits that keep pace with you.
We live by the ones we make, then quietly fade
while people go about their day.

There was something I was supposed to do,
but this engine never moved.