You Only Could Do What you Could Do
The truth is etched upon the wall,
A simple, steadfast rule for all:
You only could do what you could do,
The compass that must guide you true.
It lives within your current means,
The sum of actions, thoughts, and scenes,
The measured strength that you possess,
Is all you can do, No more, no less.
Don't curse the field you cannot till,
Or strive to climb the steeper hill,
If power has not yet been lent,
For deeds too vast, your efforts spent.
The bridge you lack the wood to span,
Is not a part of your life plan.
Accept the boundary, clear and clean,
Of what your power holds between.
For wasted breath is often found,
In wishing for forgotten ground,
Or mourning magic you don't own,
Upon a high and lonely throne.
The world won't yield to wild desire,
If fuel is missing from the fire.
The peace you seek is not outside,
But where your limits coincide.


















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