reading the poem "On the Subway" inspired me to write a poem. so here it goes...

All of these moments I see before me
was i ever there?
like a seed gasping for life
I have not been given the chance
so i lay
waiting, living
until my water comes
for the sprout
for the moment
I'll grow
so far no one can reach it
or maybe ive been living in the clouds all along
maybe this dream will only ever be a dream
maybe my day has come and gone
i missed it
forever living thirsty
never tasting the fruit
never taking the chance
is it fear?
or am i dreaming?