The Cannots of Life

The Cannots of Life

By: Monica Renata

You cannot make a well have water

You cannot make the horse drink

You cannot let your sight be perfect

If you are not willing to see

Of all the things in life there are

There also is a choice

You decide the path you venture onto

You decide the words you voice

You cannot do anything

Other than what you want to do

And I cannot make you change

Unless you really wanted to

“You can never change anyone… They have to want to change themselves.” –Monica Renata

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Sadness is Born

Standing on the sofa

Feet never touching the ground

At the peak of ecstasy

No sadness can be found

Love is in the air

And overfills the lungs

A day which was like yesterday

In which tomorrow shall also be one

But then a screeching halt to it all

A thunderstorm that has no end

Those feet finally touch the ground

They are standing in wet sand

Slowly sinking downward

The joys of being young again have quickly faded away

To wish for those days of happiness

In which sadness never saw the light of day

"As we get older, we allow sadness to come to our life. Sadness is never an initial feeling that one has, however, as we age it becomes a feeling that we know all too well...but why?" -Monica Renata 

Monica Renata 

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