maybe one day
when i'm old enough
i won't find
what my soul
has been looking for
all this time
and maybe i'll spend
my days
wilting and regretting
all the chances
i have wasted
when it came to me
and maybe
i'll stop looking
for fulfillment
and accept what's
already there for me
and maybe i'll stop
chasing dreams and ambitions
and just follow
the flow of other people
and maybe i'll lose
all my passions
and get tired of living
and waking up everyday
and maybe
i'll never be able
to sleep at night
with the shadows
crawling into my bed
and maybe
i'll feel all alone
with no one else
to hold
to wipe my tears
and chase the darkness away
and maybe
i'll forget who i once was
and live a life
i could no longer recognize
i just hope that
whatever it may be
if all these maybes unfold themselves
all i would ever do
is keep myself alive
no matter how numb i will become
how senseless
and pointless
my life will be
i hope i'll
be able to wake up everyday
and still see the sun
no matter how much
i hate its light
and keep moving forward
i hope the drinks and drugs
the cigarettes and pills
won't take my life away
and help me survive
because i don't want to die
with endless voids
left unfilled
and darkness in my heart
