Today I learned that I can’t make mountains move, not even when I ask nicely.
I can’t command the sun to shine, because I want a tan, or compel stars to collapse because I want another thousand years.
I cannot turn to water and ask my friends to bottle me up and put me in the back of the fridge, hoping that you might turn up thirsty on a hot summer day.
It just doesn’t work that way. If I could I would’ve.