You Can

 You can disentangle the forgotten jungle of your earliest dismay

You can peer past the leaves, and taste the light of day

You can journey down into the great abyss,

You can return with your own redeeming light of bliss

You can quench the disaster, of your tragedy’s master,

You can define your own way on the misty, risky road,

You can chase your dreams, and forget what you were ever told,

Of how our freedom’s sold to circumstances,

You can reinvent your visions and romances,

You can create your ritual, and make it so habitual

To be a wheel that rolls of its own accord,

You can drown the smoke of darkness, and the lessons of your lord,

You can let your whisperings escape into the open pasture,

 And light a candle for your tomb-stone master,

You can make amends, and skirt the bends of a whole new world of fun,

You can ride the chariots of the past into the brightness of the sun,

You can release the anchor and the anger of ever needing any other,

And cry exultant as you re-name the earth your mother,

You can dispel the demons of your darkest fever night

You can arise, and stand alone, and feel yourself so bright,

You can take the lantern to the ocean blue,

You can breathe upon this earth anew,

You can be the step into your own beginning,

You can hear the reunion of the forest singing,

You can be the light that loves the candle shadows,

You can swing your wings into the lightning of these blessed arrows;

For where else is the sweetness of the marrow,

But in the sorrow of our wounded fears;

Swing your head up to the sun child, for now we’re really really here.