Maybe

"Maybe"




Welcome to my life.
This is where I have arrived.
Everyone who ever cared and loved.
This is what they've been contriving of.
 
My mind, where I belong,
My judgment of whats right or wrong,
Where flickers the spark of realisation,
Where reality breaks into imagination.
 
Its all a part of what I am.
The people I've met, everywhere I've been till now .
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.
 
And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.

. . .


I've never got what I've ever wanted.
Or thats the way we'd all like to see it.
Cause you never get what you don't deserved.
Neither in war, and never ever in love.
 
And in my chest, a beating heart.
That brings us close but sets apart.
Which taught me how to hate, and care.
And emotions dipped in 'la contaire.'
 

Its all a part of what we are.
No matter where we've been, or where we are now.
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.
 
And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.
. . .

:)