Why must it be so hard
For us to come to understand,
That there are things we cannot change
Hidden amongst the things we can?
For we can rearrange our hearts,
Dust out the corners of our minds,
We can teach our eyes to see
Only the things we wish to find.
Yet once we decorate our walls
And sweep our sorrows off the floor,
Why do we look to someone else
To show us how to become more?
For here is where the line
Between our can and cants get tough,
The point at which we all must learn
That we are already enough.
That since we cannot choose the home
Our only soul was born into,
We should rearrange its rooms
But learn to love it's window's view.
