Can i live?
Can i die?
Can i think and write words that can depict why i cry?
Can i climb?
Can i fall?
Can i ascend to a higher plain ignoring it all?
Can i feed?
Can i hunger?
Can i live with the pains in my stomach roaring like thunder?
Of the dome...

Can i stay still?
Can i reposition?
Can i make my troubles vanish like a magician?
Can i sing?
Can i scream?
Can i transcend my nightmares back into a mear dream?
Can i smile?
Can i wipe my eyes?
Can i turn my childhood hurt into a Pulitzer winning prize?
Can i stay?
Can i go?
Can i find my place in the sun? Lord please let it show!

I'm sick of the can's and maybe's that have pushed me away
I’m sick of the can's and maybe's that have forced me to decay
I’m sick of the can's and maybe's that have plagued me immensely
I’m sick of the hand that life has dealt me

Can i be?
Can i be… set free?

Peace fam'