Things I can't do, things I can't see
Things I can't grasp with glee
But my love remains for thee
My love for books and writing

Things that may be just a wish,
A teenager's fantasy caught on a leash
Write them, make them real for me to feel
The happiness of my impossibilities

Dreams I so ever want to reach
Went like the sands from the beach
Caught on waves you can't defy
Even how hard you try

And so I shall write
The loneliness deep inside
The shallow, dark disappointment
The wound with no cure, no ointment

Things I can't do, things I can't see
Things I can't grasp with glee
I hope to reach out
To my fairytale that sunk like drought