why can't I be like you?
your skill draws
a sigh
outpoor my lungs.
the soul's voice of longing.
I am able.
I can do many things.
but none are like...
that.
and I blame my body, its makeup somehow lacking, inadequate.
maybe it's my mind, not willed enough.
or maybe it doesn't matter.
it's just the whole thing.
I can never be you.
