Why am I here?

Why am I here? I am here because I didn't take action. I am here because I let the sunny days pass me by, And didn't run, laughing, from the building, And sat, instead, in a sterile, climate-controlled room, Staring, stupidly, at a glowing monitor, too much, Instead of jumping up, rolling, tumbling, Down a grass covered slope In an open meadow Under a perfect blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, Not enough. That's why I am here.