Maybe...we are not meant to be together,
Maybe, we are not as rich as they are,
Maybe we're not enough.
Maybe we're better-off alone.
Maybe, we are perfect strangers.
Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people,
Maybe we are satellites!
Maybe we're meant to think wrong.
We are the lucky ones?
Maybe we're friends, maybe more?
Maybe we are all cabinets of wonder.
Maybe we're each others soulmates?
Maybe we're from the same star.
I honestly have no idea what I wrote or how this came in my mind. But maybe, God created us all, even the bad people, to make a difference on Earth. We, the youth of the world, are meant to think. Positively or negatively, depends on how you take the situation. Depends why you think you got the opportunity to live. Maybe....we're all meant to be just the way we are? Maybe.