I can{t}

I can write a sunset.

I can ride a poem.

I can roam this world forever

and never feel at home.

I can drink the fire.

I can bathe in flame.

I can love the smell of battle

and all the brother’s that it made.

I can sleep beneath the stars

and stand upon the waves.

I can hold my baby crying

knowing life won’t ever be the same

and I can build a kingdom

from the last kingdom’s remains

but I can’t ever change

what or how you think

nor coax you to engage

while you hold so tight and dearly

to all that manufactured rage.