Maybe and maybe



so often we are lost in who we’re told to be.  guilt and obligation our designated titles;                 and the artist within denied.  

i find that here my tears. are released

and even if logic has no answers, i let my rivers flow – for maybe

maybe they will find eternity – maybe

they will find my calling– maybe, i will find peace, or – maybe

it will find me

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