Maybe I am lost, maybe I am found
Maybe I am 100 feet under the ground
Maybe I am weak, maybe I am lazy
Maybe I am filled with thoughts that drive me crazy
Maybe I will be better at the end
Maybe all this would lay in a coffin and rest
Maybe I try, sometimes too hard
Maybe I am aiming too much for the sky
Maybe I am, creating a false image
Maybe instead of venom, mine is carnage
Maybe someday the sun would shine colour blue
Maybe someday I would meet the man on the moon
Maybe I use a lot of maybes in speech
Maybe I have these voices, they screech
Maybe I am just blowing things, out of size
Maybe I fail to realize I am losing my mind
Maybe I will, be who I want
Maybe I will, when the time comes
Maybe I am happy, Yes I found love
Maybe once again, I'm learning to trust
Maybe in me, I rarely believe
Maybe my lies are, on me, all catching
Maybe I shouldn't daydream a lot
Maybe I shouldn't write any more
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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