Mechanic

It’s impossible for me to realise
What faction
What fraction
I need to fall under
I need to commit
To assume such guilt

It’s impossible for me to assume
What you need
What unique
Immediate affirmative answer
Desired by one but not myself
I can’t commit that

It’s impossible for me to figure
Out of which hand
Out of which head
I’m supposed to balance
Battles, bargains, heartbeats
For the compassion to one
I’m supposed to share compassion with

It’s impossible for me to be
The good son
The god song
The saviour of all that is wrong
All that needs repair
I’m not an army mechanic
I can’t fix war torn wounds