If I can, can you not also?

Trapt inside our battles of doubt and possibilities, Where 'ifs' and 'mays' like leaves shy away from trees, I stand among the silent tranquility, Questioning if I can do anything at all. What extent, what reach, what power lies, Within the grasp of my own hands? Is there a limit to where my spirit flies, Or is it bound by unseen bands? Can I shape the world? Can I bend the arc, Of this vast universe to my will? Or am I a voyager in the dark, Moving, yet paradoxically still? And you, my unknown guide in this, What aid can you lend to my quest? Is there wisdom in your silent bliss, A key to unlock my chest? Yet here we are, in this time lines lapse, A poet and a muse, an eccentric sage. You give me wings, like the birds, And I, in turn, pen down the page.