An Ode to Can.
There’s a four letter word as offensive as any
it holds back the few puts a stop to the many
you can’t climb that mountain
you can’t cross that sea
you can’t become anything you want to be
you can’t hit a century
they can’t find a cure
she can’t think about leaving or searching for more
because can’t is a word with a habit of stopping the flow of ideas
it keeps dropping itself when we know in our hearts it’s not needed
and saying don’t go when we could have succeeded
But those four little letters that end with a “T”
they can change in an instant
when shortened to three
We can take off the “T”
we can do it today
we can move forward not back
we can find our own way
we can build we can run we can follow the sun
we can push we can pull
we can say I’m SOMEONE
who refuses to believe that life can’t be better
with the removal of one insignificant letter.
