I cannot:
fly, no golden wings
cry, among other things
sift out the faults of time
give you peace of mind
relieve you of life’s taste
believe there’s so much waste
nor can I expose myself to you
as much as I’d like to be able to

I cannot stop:
impulse acting on childish whim
laughing at what we call sin
lacking faith or confidence
because of all your past events
wanting to trust you now and again
wondering what life offers at end

I can:
justify my largest lies
understand and sympathize
let my thoughts take control
in the hopes of finding a meaningful goal
worry that my time will come
hope I’ll be the chosen one
expose my inner self to you
if you do for me as I for you