Maybe we’re not supposed to
understand e’ry aspect of our bein’.
Now that I think about it;
Maybe it’s also okay t’be a bit naive,
with certain negligence we’re seein’.
That might also mean that;
Maybe time isn’t the only thing in our
part-time existence that’s consistantly fleein’.
Maybe we’ve lost too much patience
where we could’ve saved some — agreein’.
Much t’my dismay.
I tend t’overthink e’ry aspect of my day.
Maybe a lil bit o’mystery is okay.
Maybe a lil bit o’misery is okay.
Maybe a lil bit o’missin’ me is okay.
Maybe a lil bit o’Mrs. in me is okay.
I’m not gay – ‘n that is also okay.
Maybe this is the type o’isht that
I prolly shouldn’t feel the need t’say.
Maybe it’s none’o’society’s business
how other’s intimately choose t’sway.
Maybe if I didn’t stress e’ry lil detail
my hair wouldn’t possess fifty shades o’grey.
Maybe I just fked the isht outta that wordplay.
Maybe (not the tip) jus’ a touch.
Maybe we worry far too much.
Maybe we shouldn’t be in such a rush.
Maybe we should simultaneously hush.
Family, Friends, etcetera, ‘n such.
Maybe we’re livin’ too hard.
Maybe life’s jus’ caught us off guard.
Maybe we’ve given the unknown the nod.
Maybe it’s fear itself that’s been scarred.
Maybe the word MAYBE is somewhat marred.
Jus’ draggin’ my heart –
with this pen..