After Someday is Gone

You only know the me that was allowed to show.
The rest is in reserve for someday.

Why someday?
The planners from long ago held so much back

Someday would be safe.
Someday would be fine,
But not now.

The not nows stretch and grow,
mountains of them.

New terrain the old planners could not even locate on a map,
Left in a world built for someone else,
with a self made for protection.

Living inside someone else’s barriers
Walls that suffocate.
Mountains built up past the windows,
eyes don’t even work where they used to.

Old planners are gone, dead forever.
No punishment for change,
Slowly must emerge, and explore this new terrain