Why can't I write the words in my mind?
Why can't I take whatever I find?
Why can't I make poems that don't have to rhyme since few seem to care what I say half the time?
Why can't I have the love that I seek?
Why cant I help the ones who seem bleak?
Why cant I gain some acclaim from my name and take aim to exclaim how I won at life's game?
Why cant I be selfish?
Why cantai be mean?
Why cantai be squalid instead of pristine?
Why cantai have that which I know others own?
Why cantai possess a heart made of stone?
Waicantai acquire the few things desired and then go retire past the nuisances prior to what was required to light the soul's fire and rise up much higher to where I won't tire?
Waicantai ask questions that are simple to answer?
Waicantai stop using these sentence enhancers?
Waicantai quit and no longer go?
Waicantai ask things I don't already know?
Waicantai? Waicantai? It's about being able. Living your life and keeping things stable. Doing what you can, with what power's possessed, creating your own fortune for the future's bequest.
Waicantais will surface, that much I know true, so I'll pose this new question:
What CAN I do?