Can’t is a word that I often said.
Can’t is a word that was stuck in my head.
Can’t was a cop-out,
A way to get by,
While letting life,
Pass me right by.
But what if I could,
Asks the engine inside.
What if I found,
I could no longer hide?
Then what would happen?
Would I look up at the sky?
Would I grab the opportunities
That were passing me by?
Would I fly like an eagle,
Or soar like a bird?
Or would I be afraid
They would think I’m absurd?
But if I’m like a bird
I belong in the sky.
Not stuck on the ground,
So eager to fly.
My wings are not broken,
They’re simply afraid,
But now I must try
For what I was made.