Except the You of You

So,
What do you do,
You who rush to be somewhere
Knowing others clamor to jump ahead,
To be there waiting to push you back.

What do you do,
You whose dreams remain tenuous
Without the courage to risk,
Whose narrow window of time ticks backward
For fear of the future,
Who needs what others wish to prevent,
To stand upon you own weathered peak?

Inclement passage need not be feared,
For the route only you know
Traverses through your own created clouds
Revealing sunlight you also create
Above the storms no one else can own…

Except the you of you.