Maybe it was me, Maybe I never looked hard enough, Maybe on the autumn nights my heart never swelled – maybe. Why is it that you need to be old to understand the old songs? Why is it that you need to be away, to understand the meaning of away? Maybe it was because… I don’t know. Maybe there isn’t an answer to everything. Maybe you will be away, and that is that, Maybe you can never return, Maybe you have nowhere to go, Maybe you never had a choice. Or maybe, you may be trapped by all these maybes that you may be asking yourself, and maybe if you’d stop wondering what may be, maybe you may be what you may be, and there will be no more maybes… Maybe. Maybe there shouldn’t be any more maybes ------ Honestly, I don't really know what I'm talking about. Maybe it's just me, maybe it's the world, but I think maybe it's time to show that I'm alive and well, maybe. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA <---Not really. Or MAYBE, I'm trying to make this part of the poem! :) --

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