It Has a Name

I've been sitting on this how long? I've been holding it for too long Have you found it under me to dust the years off? It has a name, it just won't come when called I've tried, I know it hears To coax it out would be a chore with little merit You've been picking at it; pulling at the string that strays And you've made no difference to it; just moved it, and I've given into it It has a name, it just won't come when called I know it hears You're not the first and not the last to try your hand at it I've been calling it for years now; it will not listen to you I've been holding it for too long Will you call it by the name that it will not answer to? And will you dust the years off?