A Time for Giving Up

It's time
to stop believing in maybes.
Time to let go
of delusions we clutch so tightly.
Realizing the truth to the old saying
about a bird in the hand.

You are all you have ever been;
no more and no less.
If there had been
greater possibilities
they would have shown themselves
a long time ago.

But we find proofs;
evidence supporting flimsy arguments
Ignoring anything
that might disturb our fragile dreams.

You might call me a coward
for abandoning these dreams
But when all hope
crashes around you,
When you trip
and step on their rubble
You see there is a time
for cowardice.

Is discretion
the better part of anything?
or a situational justification
of giving up?
Perhaps, then this is simply
the time for giving up.