Maybe…

You see, it’s not that I don’t cherish the so called ‘paysage’ as they say in French

But I can’t seem to see the beauty that you say surrounds us

And it’s not that I don’t want to dance to their music

It’s just that I want to be able to dance to it in the rain

Even when my voice is drained, I want to be able to sing along to it

And it’s not that I dislike that certain show

It’s just that it can’t seem to portray a side of me I dislike

And I swear it’s not that I care what they think

It’s just that my mind tells me I should be on their best sides

Besides, no one in this world can do it all on their own

Or so we’ve been told. Is it really that cold?

I just want to make it clear that it’s not that I’m trying to be different

It’s just that it seems harder to have so much in common with the rest of the world

Or is it?

You see, I don’t pretend to be confused just to have excitement in my life

It just feels like the monotony in which we live seems nothing without the questions

The why’s, the what if’s, the maybe’s and maybe not’s

And so I just wanted to say that it’s not that I’m better than you

But I feel like I have figured out all there is to be figured out

I feel like now I know that life is but a mere illusion –highlight the feel part of the sentence-

Where everything lasts as long as ice cream on a cone

And the ‘real world’ to which everyone refers to only exists in your mind and so on

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that I don’t believe in love

I don’t believe in forever, although I walk the walk and talk the talk

I don’t believe in ‘together’ because my mind has a mind of its own

And in that dome, I have a life you will never know

I will never know, what it is you really think and you will never know how much his smile makes me sink

I drown, but discover I breathe so well under water

My eyes are wide open and I swim like my life depended on it

And I guess it does, which is why I fuss

But I will always remember how I held the scissors in my hands

and stared at all the letters I was meant to send

How I sat contemplating on why I feel the need

to understand words in the dictionary that would never relate to me….or my entourage

I just wanted to remind you that I will always be that person you pass by on the street and ‘judge the book by its cover’

You will never know, and I will never tell

Until you look beneath the stars, further than the sky and deeper than the sea

And then tell me you see exactly what I see…

Then maybe, just maybe….there could be a maybe.

 

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