Willing and Unable

I can't do it anymore
Not because I'm too weak to
But because I don't know how
Sometimes when things break in two
There's no glue that can fix them
And there's nothing left to do
But let pieces lie in peace

I Could Use Some Dynamite--And Lots Of Bandages

An ocean of waves
crashing to shore
behind a rock wall
so high I can't see over
so thick I can't hear through
The sea breeze is in the air
I know the water's there
but I cannot touch it
so I turn my back
to the forbidden coast,
bruised, bloody knuckles
finally at rest
in my pockets.